I Am The Blue-lidded Daughter Of Sunset;

I Did Not Hate God Or Christ, But Merely The God And Christ Of The People Whom I Hated.

Man Has The Right . . . To Play As He Will . . . To Think What He Will: To Speak What He Will: To Write What He Will: To Draw, Paint, Carve, Etch, Mould, Build As He Will: To Dress As He Will.

To Me A Book Is A Message From The Gods To Mankind; Or, If Not, Should Never Be Published At All. A Message From The Gods Should Be Delivered At Once. It Is Damnably Blasphemous To Talk About The Autumn Season And So On. How Dare The Author Or Publisher Demand A Price For Doing His Duty, The Highest And Most Honorable To Which A Man Can Be Called?

Indubitably, Magic Is One Of The Subtlest And Most Difficult Of The Sciences And Arts. There Is More Opportunity For Errors Of Comprehension, Judgment And Practice Than In Any Other Branch Of Physics.

There Is Only One Really Safe, Mild, Harmless Beverage And You Can Drink As Much Of That As You Like Without Running The Slightest Risk, And What You Say When You Want It Is, 'garcon! Un Pernod!'