What The Eye Doesn't See, The Heart

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.

A Single Ego Is An Absurdly Narrow Vantage Point From Which To View The World.

Initiation Means The Journey Inwards: Nothing Is Changed Or Can Be Changed; But All Is Trulier Understood With Every Step.

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.