The Man Who Denounces Life Merely Defines

To Me A Book Is A Message From The Gods To Mankind; Or, If Not, Should Never Be Published At All. A Message From The Gods Should Be Delivered At Once. It Is Damnably Blasphemous To Talk About The Autumn Season And So On. How Dare The Author Or Publisher Demand A Price For Doing His Duty, The Highest And Most Honorable To Which A Man Can Be Called?

I Must Make Magick The Essential Factor In The Life Of All. In Presenting This Book To The World, I Must Then Explain And Justify My Position By Formulating A Definition Of Magick And Setting Forth Its Main Principles In Such A Way That All May Understand Instantly That Their Souls, Their Lives, In Every Relation With Every Other Human Being And Every Circumstance, Depend Upon Magick And The Right Comprehension And Right Application Thereof.

Indubitably, Magic Is One Of The Subtlest And Most Difficult Of The Sciences And Arts. There Is More Opportunity For Errors Of Comprehension, Judgment And Practice Than In Any Other Branch Of Physics.

Love Is A Virtue; It Grows Stronger And Purer And Less Selfish By Applying It To What It Loathes; But Theft Is A Vice Involving The Slave-idea That One's Neighbor Is Superior To Oneself.

Fortunately We Have Learnt To Combine These Ideas, Not In The Mutual Toleration Of Sub-contraries, But In The Affirmation Of Contraries, That Transcending Of The Laws Of Intellect Which Is Madness In The Ordinary Man, Genius In The Overman Who Hath Arrived To Strike Off More Fetters From Our Understanding.