Balance Every Thought With Its Opposition. Because

Imagine Listening To Beethoven With The Prepossession That C Is A Good Note And F A Bad One; Yet This Is Exactly The Stand Point From Which All Uninitiates Contemplate The Universe. Obviously, They Miss The Music.

Sex Is The Sacred Song Of The Soul; Sex Is The Sanctuary Of Self.

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.

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.

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.