It's No Good Trying To Teach People

The Greatest, Like Rembrandt, Paint A Gallant, A Hag, And A Carcass With Equal Passion And Rapture; They Love The Truth As It Is. They Do Not Admit That Anything Can Be Ugly Or Evil; Its Existence Justifies Itself. This Is Because They Know Themselves To Be Part Of An Harmonious Unity; To Disdain Any Item Of It Would Be To Blaspheme The Whole. The Thelemite Is Able To Revel In Any Experience Soever; In Each He Recognizes The Tokens Of Ultimate Truth. It Is Surely Obvious, Even Intellectually, That All Phenomena Are Interdependent, And Therefore Involve Each Other.

They Look For A Victim To Chivy, And Howl Him Down, And Finally Lynch Him In A Sheer Storm Of Sexual Frenzy Which They Honestly Imagine To Be Moral Indignation, Patriotic Passion Or Some Equally Allowable Emotion, It May Be An Innocent Negro, A Jew Like Leo Frank, A Harmless Half-witted German; A Christ-like Idealist Of The Type Of Debs, An Enthusiastic Reformer Like Emma Goldman.

Every Intentional Act Is A Magical Act.

Science Is Always Discovering Odd Scraps Of Magical Wisdom And Making A Tremendous Fuss About Its Cleverness.

Every Man And Every Woman Is A Star.