I Am Alone. There Is No God

The 'lords Of The Earth' Are Those Who Are Doing Their Will. It Does Not Necessarily Mean People With Coronets And Automobiles; There Are Plenty Of Such People Who Are The Most Sorrowful Slaves In The World. The Sole Test Of One's Lordship Is To Know What One's True Will Is, And To Do It.

What Is It In Absinthe That Makes It A Separate Cult? The Effects Of Its Abuse Are Totally Distinct From Those Of Other Stimulants. Even In Ruin And In Degradation It Remains A Thing Apart: Its Victims Wear A Ghastly Aureole All Their Own, And In Their Peculiar Hell Yet Gloat With A Sinister Perversion Of Pride That They Are Not As Other Men.

If One Had To Worry About One's Actions In Respect Of Other People's Ideas, One Might As Well Be Buried Alive In An Antheap Or Married To An Ambitious Violinist. Whether That Man Is The Prime Minister, Modifying His Opinions To Catch Votes, Or A Bourgeois In Terror Lest Some Harmless Act Should Be Misunderstood And Outrage Some Petty Convention, That Man Is An Inferior Man And I Do Not Want To Have Anything To Do With Him Any More Than I Want To Eat Canned Salmon.

Balance Every Thought With Its Opposition. Because The Marriage Of Them Is The Destruction Of Illusion.

The More Necessary Anything Appears To My Mind, The Most Certain It Is That I Only Assert A Limitation.