Magick Is The Art Of Life Itself.

It Is Necessary, In This World, To Be Made Of Harder Stuff Than One's Environment.

Love Stories Are Only Fit For The Solace Of People In The Insanity Of Puberty. No Healthy Adult Human Being Can Really Care Whether So-and-so Does Or Does Not Succeed In Satisfying His Physiological Uneasiness By The Aid Of Some Particular Person Or Not.

She Knew That She Belonged To This Man, Body And Soul. Every Trace Of Shame Departed; It Was Burnt Out By The Fire That Consumed Her. She Gave Him A Thousand Opportunities; She Fought To Turn His Words To Serious Things. He Baffled Her With His Shallow Smile And Ready Tongue, That Twisted All Topics To Triviality. By Six O'clock She Was Morally On Her Knees Before Him; She Was Imploring Him To Stay To Dinner With Her. He Refused.

Love Is The Law, Love Under Will.

I Slept With Faith And Found A Corpse In My Arms On Awakening; I Drank And Danced All Night With Doubt And Found Her A Virgin In The Morning.