A person in my position is liable to see Sherlock Holmes in the most beefwitted policeman. I did not feel that I was advancing in the confidence of the Germans. I got no secrets worth reporting to London, and I was not at all sure whether the cut of my clothes had not outweighed the eloquence of my conversation. I thought I would do something more public. I wrote a long parody on the Declaration of Independence and applied it to Ireland.
Aleister Crowley, Confessions, Chapter 76
Inevitably, Life and Death nourish each other—a constant renovation—so why should we fear our again becoming the worth we did strive after?
Austin Osman Spare, The Logomanchy of Zos
But, generally speaking, then, as now, those who joined a lodge for the purpose of having some very important secrets revealed to them, were sadly disappointed, for besides the external ceremonies and forms, which they were sworn not to reveal, and which were of no further importance, they were informed of nothing which would have been worth revealing.
Franz Hartmann, In The Pronaos of The Temple of Wisdom
“I am all goodness, love, truth, mercy, health. I am a necessary part of God’s universe. I am a divine soul, and only good can come through me or to me. God made me, and He could make nothing but goodness and purity and worth. I am the reflection of all His qualities.” This is the “new” religion; yet it is older than the universe. It is God’s own thought put into practical form.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, The Heart of the New Thought [Amazon, Bookshop, Local Library]
