Envy And Jealousy Are The Private Parts

When One Rows It Is Not The Rowing Which Moves The Ship: Rowing Is Only A Magical Ceremony By Means Of Which One Compels A Demon To Move The Ship.

No More Fiction, For Now We Calculate; But That We May Calculate, We Had To Make Fiction First.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

I Despise Mystics, They Fancy Themselves So Deep, When They Aren't Even Superficial.

When I Was Twelve Years Old I Thought Up An Odd Trinity: Namely, God The Father, God The Son, And God The Devil. My Inference Wasthat God, In Contemplating Himself, Created The Second Person Of The Godhead; But That, In Order To Be Able To Contemplate Himself, He Had To Contemplate, And Thus To Create, His Opposite.--with This I Began To Do Philosophy.