The Key Of Joy Is Disobedience.

I Have Been Accused Of Being A ‘black Magician.’ No More Foolish Statement Was Ever Made About Me. I Despise The Thing To Such An Extent That I Can Hardly Believe In The Existence Of People So Debased And Idiotic As To Practice It.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

I Was Asked To Memorise What I Did Not Understand; And, My Memory Being So Good, It Refused To Be Insulted In That Manner.

Fortunately We Have Learnt To Combine These Ideas, Not In The Mutual Toleration Of Sub-contraries, But In The Affirmation Of Contraries, That Transcending Of The Laws Of Intellect Which Is Madness In The Ordinary Man, Genius In The Overman Who Hath Arrived To Strike Off More Fetters From Our Understanding.

Modern Morality And Manners Suppress All Natural Instincts, Keep People Ignorant Of The Facts Of Nature And Make Them Fighting Drunk On Bogey Tales.