The Sot Drinks, And Is

The Inmost Is One With The Inmost; Yet The Form Of The One Is Not The Form Of The Other; Intimacy Exacts Fitness. He Therefore Who Liveth By Air, Let Him Not Be Bold To Breathe Water. But Mastery Cometh By Measure: To Him Who With Labour, Courage, And Caution Giveth His Life To Understand All That Doth Encompass Him, And To Prevail Against It, Shall Be Increase. "the Word Of Sin Is Restriction": Seek Therefore Righteousness, Enquiring Into Iniquity, And Fortify Thyself To Overcome It.

There Is Only One Really Safe, Mild, Harmless Beverage And You Can Drink As Much Of That As You Like Without Running The Slightest Risk, And What You Say When You Want It Is, 'garcon! Un Pernod!'

If You Examine The Highest Poetry In The Light Of Common Sense, You Can Only Say That It Is Rubbish; And In Actual Fact You Cannot So Examine It At All, Because There Is Something In Poetry Which Is Not In The Words Themselves, Which Is Not In The Images Suggested By The Words 'o Windy Star Blown Sideways Up The Sky!' True Poetry Is Itself A Magic Spell Which Is A Key To The Ineffable.

The Affiliation Clause In Our Constitution Is A Privilege: A Courtesy To A Sympathetic Body. Were You Not A Mason, Or Co-mason, You Would Have To Be Proposed And Seconded, And Then Examined By Savage Inquisitors, And Then-probably-thrown Out On The Garbage Heap. Well, No, It's Not As Bad As That; But We Certainly Don't Want Anybody Who Chooses To Apply. Would You Do It Yourself, If You Were On The Committee Of A Club? The O.t.o. Is A Serious Body, Engaged On A Work Of Cosmic Scope. You Should Question Yourself: What Can I Contribute?

Their False Compassion Is Called Compassion And Their False Understanding Is Called Understanding, For This Is Their Most Potent Spell.