There Is No Grace: There Is No

To Train The Mind To Move With The Maximum Speed And Energy, With The Utmost Possible Accuracy In The Chosen Direction, And With The Minimum Of Disturbance Or Friction. That Is Magick. To Stop The Mind Altogether. That Is Yoga.

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

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

All Phenomena Of Which We Are Aware Take Place In Our Own Minds, And Therefore The Only Thing We Have To Look At Is The Mind; Which Is A More Constant Quantity Over All The Species Of Humanity Than Is Generally Supposed.

Adaptation To One's Environment Makes For A Sort Of Survival; But After All, The Supreme Victory Is Only Won By Those Who Prove Themselves Of So Much Hardier Stuff Than The Rest That No Power On Earth Is Able To Destroy Them. The People Who Have Really Made History Are The Martyrs.