There Is No Part Of Me That

For Pure Will, Unassuaged Of Purpose, Delivered From The Lust Of Result, Is Every Way Perfect.

I Believe In One Secret And Ineffable Lord; And In One Star In The Company Of Stars Of Whose Fire We Are Created, And To Which We Shall Return; And In One Father Of Life, Mystery Of Mystery, In His Name Chaos, The Sole Viceregent Of The Sun Upon The Earth; And In One Air The Nourisher Of All That Breathes. And I Believe In One Earth, The Mother Of Us All, And In One Womb Wherein All Men Are Begotten, And Wherein They Shall Rest, Mystery Of Mystery, In Her Name Babalon.

Don't Talk For Five Minutes, There's A Good Chap! I've A Strange Feeling Come Over Me--almost As If I Were Going To Think!

The Gods Are But Names For The Forces Of Nature Themselves.

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.