Aleister Crowley Quotes
The Many is as adorable to the One as the One is to the Many. This is the Love of These; creation-parturition is the Bliss of the One; coition-dissolution is the Bliss of the Many. The All, thus interwoven of These, is Bliss. Naught is beyond Bliss.
Aleister Crowley
Quotes to Explore
I'm tired now of the elections.
Barbara Bush
Compared to some of our neighbours, it's not frowned upon to be a mother and work in France.
Najat Vallaud-Belkacem
We would accomplish many more things if we did not think of them as impossible.
Vince Lombardi
They don't observe the Sabbath, they don't observe the Torah, they don't pray, they don't put on phylacteries every day. Is it any wonder that they're killed? It's no wonder. May the Almighty have mercy on them and bring them back to religion.
Ovadia Yosef
I reflected, while I chatted with the woman I had been asked to ‘take in’, that civilized man practises a strange ingenuity in wasting on tedious exercises the brief span of his life.
W. Somerset Maugham
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be ay sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Walter Scott
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Alexander Pope
I wanted just a song to sing, and there came a certain point where I couldn't sing anything. So I had to write what I wanted to sing 'cos nobody else was writing what I wanted to sing.
Bob Dylan
Oh, talking about private school, man, I had cornrows, and when I picked 'em out, certain people that didn't look like me always wanted to touch 'em. One time, I just said, 'Yo, hell no.'
John David Washington
Fashionability is a kind of elevated vulgarity.
George Darley
The worth of a life is not determined by a single failure or a solitary success.
Kevin Kline
The Many is as adorable to the One as the One is to the Many. This is the Love of These; creation-parturition is the Bliss of the One; coition-dissolution is the Bliss of the Many. The All, thus interwoven of These, is Bliss. Naught is beyond Bliss.
Aleister Crowley