I Am Alone. There Is No God

The Holy Guardian Angel Is The Spiritual Sun Of The Soul Of The Adept.

It Sometimes Strikes Me That The Whole Of Science Is A Piece Of Impudence; That Nature Can Afford To Ignore Our Impertinent Interference. If Our Monkey Mischief Should Ever Reach The Point Of Blowing Up The Earth By Decomposing An Atom, And Even Annihilated The Sun Himself, I Cannot Really Suppose That The Universe Would Turn A Hair.

If One Were To Take The Bible Seriously One Would Go Mad. But To Take The Bible Seriously, One Must Be Already Mad.

The Pious Pretense That Evil Does Not Exist Only Makes It Vague, Enormous And Menacing.

Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.