The pleasure which escapes them changes itself for them into a long irritation and desire. The more murderous are their excesses, the more it seems to them that supreme happiness is at hand. … One more bumper of strong drink, one more spasm, one more violence done to Nature… Ah! at last, here is pleasure; here is life … and their desire, in the paroxysm of its insatiable hunger, extinguishes itself for ever in death.
Man owes himself to his family; his family owes itself to the fatherland; and the fatherland to humanity.
The egoism of man merits isolation and despair; that of the family, ruin and exile; that of the fatherland, war and invasion.
The man who isolates himself from every human love, saying, “I will serve God,” deceives himself.
Éliphas Lévi, trans Aleister Crowley, Liber XLVI The Key of the Mysteries