ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΛΒ The Mountaineer in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.

“Practise a thousand times, and it becomes difficult; a thousand thousand, and it becomes easy; a thousand thousand times a thousand thousand, and it is no longer Thou that doeth it, but It that doeth itself through thee. Not until then is that which is done well done.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “I have never been able to understand, by the way, why the angels contented themselves with a single victory. It would have been much nicer for everybody if they had marched straight on to Berlin.”
  2. “These six and four are ten, 10, the One manifested that returns into the Naught unmanifest.”
  3. “Behold her bending down above thee, a flame of blue, all-touching, all-penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth and her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers, and think that all thy grossness shall presently fall from thee as thou leanest to her embrace, caught up into her love as a dewdrop into the kisses of the sunrise.”
  4. “How then distinguish the inglorious and perfect HIMOG from the inglorious man of earth? Distinguish not!”
  5. “Christ came to me, alone and sorrowful, And offered me a cross, saying to me, ‘I have great joys to give most bountiful. Carry this through the world, and when the sea Of death is past, then is prepared for thee A house of many mansions.’ My desire Hid not from me the vileness of his plea:– ‘Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'”