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I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

Light, Life And Love Are Like Three Glow-worms At Thy Feet: The Whole Universe Of Stars, The Dewdrops On The Grass Whereon Thou Walkest!

It Sometimes Strikes Me That The Whole Of Science Is A Piece Of Impudence; That Nature Can Afford To Ignore Our Impertinent Interference. If Our Monkey Mischief Should Ever Reach The Point Of Blowing Up The Earth By Decomposing An Atom, And Even Annihilated The Sun Himself, I Cannot Really Suppose That The Universe Would Turn A Hair.

Every Man And Every Woman Is A Star.

Magick Is The Science Of Understanding Oneself And One's Conditions. It Is The Art Of Applying That Understanding In Action.