“IT is written in the Book of the Law: Every man and every woman is a Star. It is Our Lady of the Stars that speaketh to thee, O thou that art a star, a member of the Body of Nuit.” [via]
“The ruler asserts facts as they are; the slave has therefore no option but to deny them passionately, in order to express his discontent. Hence such absurdities as ‘Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité’, ‘In God we trust’, and the like. Similarly we find people asserting today that woman is superior to man, and that all men are born equal.” [via]
“We may now perceive dimly how the Egyptians conceived the seed of the Tree of Life-Eternal to be implanted in the heart of each man or woman born on earth; how it can wither and fade; how it can be cultivated until the man becomes either an Evil Demon or a God.” [via]
“I love you now again with an undivided song.
Because I can never love you, I cannot do you wrong.
I saw in your dying embraces the birth of a new embrace;
In the tears of your pitiful faces, another Holier Face.
Unknowing it, undesiring, your lips have led me higher;
You have taught me purer songs that your souls did not desire;
You have led me through your chambers, where the secret bolt was drawn,
To the chambers of the Highest and the secrets of the Dawn!
You have brought me to command you, and not to be denied;
You have taught me in perfection to be unsatisfied;
You have taught me midnight vigils, when you smiled in amorous sleep;
You have even taught a man the woman’s way to weep.” [via]
“She holds a key to the room down there
And I, I will follow, but I’ll never fall in
Yeah, we’ll suffer for nothing, and we’ll never forgive
God said to no one to do what he did
One second in your presence is a miracle of love
One second denied is a miracle of love
The young man is weakness in a lover’s disguise
The woman is strong in her warm-bitter lies
How will they hope what they can never perceive
And how do they love what they fail to deceive
One second in your memory is a miracle of lies
One heartbeat in your body is a miracle of love
White light on a black sky is a miracle from above
One lonely moment in your arms is a miracle of love”
“The joy of woman is the death of her beloved,
Who dies for love of her,
In torments of fierce jealousy and pangs of adoration.
The lover’s night bears on my song,
And the nine spheres rejoice beneath my powerful control.” [via]
Women’s Incomes in Modern Woman: Her Intentions by Florence Farr
“The hope I see for the ennobling of sex relations is that women should, by some means never yet thought of, become independent of the caprice of individual man.” [via]