“Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations”

“Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking.Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so it's consciousness a disorder of life.Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness.Awake from dream, the truth is known: awake from waking. The truth is: The Unknown”

“The sin which is unpardonable is knowingly and wilfully to reject truth, to fear knowledge lest that knowledge pander not to thy prejudices.”

“It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.”

“Do not imagine that art or anything else is other than high magic! - is a system of holy hieroglyph. The artist, the initiate, thus frames his mysteries. The rest of the world scoff, or seek to understand, or pretend to understand; some few obtain the truth.”

“In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts. All life is choked.This desert is the abyss wherein the Universe.The Stars are but thistles in that waste.Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss”

“Now there is naught but a vast black triangle having the apex downwards, and in the centre of the black triangle is the face of Typhon, the Lord of the Tempest, and he crieth aloud: Despair! Despair! For thou mayest deceive the Virgin, and thou mayest cajole the Mother; but what wilt thou say unto the ancient Whore that is throned in Eternity? For if she will not, there is neither force nor cunning, nor any wit, that may prevail upon her. Thou canst not woo her with love, for she is love. And she hath all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with gold, for all the Kings and captains of the earth, and all the gods of heaven, have showered their gold upon her. Thus hath she all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with knowledge, for knowledge is the thing that she hath spurned. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. And thou canst not woo her with wit, for her Lord is Wit. She hath it all, and hath no need of thee. Despair! Despair!Nor canst thou cling to her knees and ask for pity; nor canst thou cling to her heart and ask for love; nor canst thou put thine arms about her neck, and ask for understanding; for thou hast all these, and they avail thee not. Despair! Despair! Then I took the Flaming Sword, and I let it loose against Typhon, so that his head was cloven asunder, and the black triangle dissolved in lightnings.”