Aleister Crowley Quotes (94 Quotes)

To me a book is a message from the gods to mankind; or, if not, should never be published at all.

These are with me, these are of me, these approve me,
these obey,
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the
night and day.

The greatest horrors in the history of mankind are not due to the ambition of the Napoleons or the vengeance of the Agamemnons, but to the doctrinaire philosophers.

Now were the Desolation fain to stamp
The congealed Spirit of man into the pit,
Save that, unquenchable because unlit,
The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp.

We place no reliance on virgin or pidgeon.Our method is science, our aim is religion.

The people who have really made history are the martyrs.

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.

Only ablove me is a citron tinge
As if some echo of red, gold and lue
Chimed on the night and let its shadow through.

I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.

Life is absorbed in its beatitude,
A meditative mage beneath the moon
Ah!

My darling, you would now be here!

A year of infinite love unwearying ---
No circling seasons, but perennial spring!

How vainly sulphur tries to tarnish gold!

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.

I was the Past, Nature the Mother.

Then Easter, and the days of all delight!

To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worth while. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter.

Is the world full of peace or alarms?

Let the soul of his God flow out!

Life has but served to fix
Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue,
And who loves once is always young.

He sang of God above
And of love.

The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.

God's grace, the all-surpassing gift!

Drive Light, Life, Love into the deep!

Great is the love of God and man
While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of the wilderness!

Life skims
The cream of joy.

Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.

Was it by fall of chance?

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 avowable emotion. . .

Roughly speaking, any man with energy and enthusiasm ought to be able to bring at least a dozen others round to his opinion in the course of a year no matter how absurd that opinion might be.

O twinned with me in the womb of Night!

It sometimes strikes me that the whole of science is a piece of impudence that nature can afford to ignore our impertinent interference.

We are but girl and boy
Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night
As it had never left the light!

O son of my bowels to the Lord of Light!

Love stories are only fit for the solace of people in the insanity of puberty. No healthy adult human being can really care whether so-and-so does or does not succeed in satisfying his physiological uneasiness by the aid of some particular person or not.

Their eyes that burn like dawn's lascivious lances
Walking all earth to love -to love!

The ordinary man looking at a mountain is like an illiterate person confronted with a Greek manuscript.

Thou my scarlet concubine
Draining heart's blood to the lees
To empurple those divine
Lips with living luxuries
Life importunate to appease
Drought insatiable of wine!

There are hardly half a dozen writers in England today who have not sold out to the enemy. Even when their good work has been a success, Mammon grips them and whispers More money for more work.

Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another.

The pious pretense that evil does not exist only makes it vague, enormous and menacing.

Where the sage and his doubt?

Men and women are not free to love decently until they have analysed themselves completely and swept away every mystery from sex and this means the acquisition of a profound philosophical theory based on wide reading of anthropology. . .

Arise, O Man, in thy strength!

Each moment was a mine of happiness.

He blessed nonentity with every curse
And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense,
Breathed life into the sterile universe,
With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence
The Key of Joy is disobedience.

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.

Religion itself becomes offensively monotonous. On every point of vantage are pagodas --stupid stalagmites of stagnant piety.

Or was it part of an eternal law?