Magick Is The Art Of Life Itself.

To The Eyes Of A God, Mankind Must Appear As A Species Of Bacteria Which Multiply And Become Progressively Virulent Whenever They Find Themselves In A Congenial Culture, And Whose Activity Diminishes Until They Disappear Completely As Soon As Proper Measures Are Taken To Sterilize Them.

The Old Spelling Magick Has Been Adopted Throughout In Order To Distinguish The Science Of The Magi From All Its Counterfeits.

If You Examine The Highest Poetry In The Light Of Common Sense, You Can Only Say That It Is Rubbish; And In Actual Fact You Cannot So Examine It At All, Because There Is Something In Poetry Which Is Not In The Words Themselves, Which Is Not In The Images Suggested By The Words 'o Windy Star Blown Sideways Up The Sky!' True Poetry Is Itself A Magic Spell Which Is A Key To The Ineffable.

The Word Of Sin Is Restriction

The Essence Of Independence Has Been To Think And Act According To Standards From Within, Not Without.