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Happiness Lies Within One's Self, And The Way To Dig It Out Is Cocaine.

There Is No Part Of Me That Is Not Of The Gods.

The Two Seem, At First Glance, To Be Opposed, But When You Have Advanced A Little In Both, You Find That Concentration Learned In Yoga Is Of Immense Use In Attaining The Mental Powers Necessary In Magick; On The Other Hand, The Discipline Of Magick Is Of The Greatest Service In Yoga.

If One Had To Worry About One's Actions In Respect Of Other People's Ideas, One Might As Well Be Buried Alive In An Antheap Or Married To An Ambitious Violinist. Whether That Man Is The Prime Minister, Modifying His Opinions To Catch Votes, Or A Bourgeois In Terror Lest Some Harmless Act Should Be Misunderstood And Outrage Some Petty Convention, That Man Is An Inferior Man And I Do Not Want To Have Anything To Do With Him Any More Than I Want To Eat Canned Salmon.

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.