I Was Not Content To Believe In

The Greatest, Like Rembrandt, Paint A Gallant, A Hag, And A Carcass With Equal Passion And Rapture; They Love The Truth As It Is. They Do Not Admit That Anything Can Be Ugly Or Evil; Its Existence Justifies Itself. This Is Because They Know Themselves To Be Part Of An Harmonious Unity; To Disdain Any Item Of It Would Be To Blaspheme The Whole. The Thelemite Is Able To Revel In Any Experience Soever; In Each He Recognizes The Tokens Of Ultimate Truth. It Is Surely Obvious, Even Intellectually, That All Phenomena Are Interdependent, And Therefore Involve Each Other.

The Average Man Cannot Believe That An Artist May Be As Serious And Highminded An Observer Of Life As The Professed Man Of Science.

Science Is Always Discovering Odd Scraps Of Magical Wisdom And Making A Tremendous Fuss About Its Cleverness.

This Formula Of Love Is Universal; All The Laws Of Nature Are Its Servitors. Thus, Gravitation, Chemical Affinity, Electrical Potential, And The Rest - And These Are Alike Mere Aspects Of The General Law - Are So Many Differently-observed Statements Of The Unique Tendency.

The Priestess Of Artemis Took Hold Of Her Almost With The Violence Of A Lover, And Whisked Her Away Into A Languid Ecstasy Of Reverie. She Communicated Her Own Enthusiasm To The Girl, And Kept Her Mind Occupied With Dreams, Faery-fervid, Of Uncharted Seas Of Glory On Which Her Galleon Might Sail, Undiscovered Countries Of Spice And Sweetness, Eldorado And Utopia And The City Of God.