I Was Not Content To

Love Is The Only Principle Which Makes Life Tolerable.

To Me, Every Dirty Act Was Simply A Sacrament Of Sin, A Passionately Religious Protest Against Christianity, Which Was For Me The Symbol Of All Vileness, Meanness, Treachery, Falsehood And Oppression.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?

I Am Inclined To Agree With The Head Master Of Eton That Pæderastic Passions Among Schoolboys 'do No Harm'; Further, I Think Them The Only Redeeming Feature Of Sexual Life At Public Schools.

Those Magicians Who Object To The Use Of Blood, Have Endeavored To Replace It With Incense. But, The Bloody Sacrifice, Though More Dangerous, Is More Efficacious. And For Nearly All Purposes, Human Sacrifice Is The Best.