автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Magick

Aleister Crowley

There is no limit to what theologians call "wickedness." Only by experience can the student discover the ingenuity of the mind in trying to escape from control.

but once organization has taken place it is sacred. As Blake says: "Everything that lives is holy"; and hence the creation of life is the most sacred of tasks. It does not matter very much to the creator what it is that he creates; there is room in the universe for both the spider and the fly.

It is from the rubbish-heap of Choronzon that one selects the material for a god!

This is the ultimate analysis of the Mystery of Redemption, and is possibly the real reason of the existence (if existence it can be called) of form, or, if you like, of the Ego.

It is astonishing that this typical cry "I am I" is the cry of that which above all is not I.

It was that Master whose Will was so powerful that at its lightest expression the deaf

He no longer wanders about aimlessly in the world.

This shape is the Vesica Piscis; but it is only the greatest of the Magicians who can thus fashion the Temple.

The book of spells or conjurations is his magical record, his Karma.

The scourge tortures him; the dagger wounds him; the chain binds him.

The Magician wears a Crown, a single Robe, and a Lamen, and he bears a Book of Conjurations and a Bell.

The Magician works in a Temple; the Universe, which is (be it remembered!) conterminous with himself.

If you keep on praying with your lips long enough, you will one day find yourself praying in your heart.

they had to pretend that it was symbolical.
They tried to refine away the grossness of the expressions, but even their hardihood proved unequal to the task.
This form of dishonesty reaches its climax in the expurgating of the classics. "The Bible is the Word of God, written by holy men, as they were inspired by the Holy Ghost. But we will cut out those passages which we think unsuitable." "Shakespeare is our greatest poet but, of course, he is very dreadful." "No one can surpass the lyrics of Shelley, but we must pretend that he was not an atheist."
Some translators could not bear that the heathen Chinese should use the word Shang Ti, and pretended that it did not mean God. Others, compelled to admit that it did mean God, explained that the use of the term showed that "God had not left himself without a witness even in this most idolatrous of nations. They had been mysteriously compelled to use it, not knowing what it meant." All this because of their emotional belief that they were better than the Chinese.
The most dazzling example of this is