I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like

Practically, Science Is True; And Faith Is Foolish.

I'm A Poet, And I Like My Lies The Way My Mother Used To Make Them.

The Old Spelling Magick Has Been Adopted Throughout In Order To Distinguish The Science Of The Magi From All Its Counterfeits.

The Conscience Of The World Is So Guilty That It Always Assumes That People Who Investigate Heresies Must Be Heretics; Just As If A Doctor Who Studies Leprosy Must Be A Leper. Indeed, It Is Only Recently That Science Has Been Allowed To Study Anything Without Reproach.

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.