I Believe In One Gnostic And Catholic

The Sot Drinks, And Is Drunken: The Coward Drinks Not, And Shivers: The Wise Man, Brave And Free, Drinks, And Gives Glory To The Most High God.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

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

Chinese Civilisation Is So Systematic That Wild Animals Have Been Abolished On Principle.

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.