Aleister Crowley Quotes

Fatherhood is asking your son to make up a name rather than tell anybody who he is.

God is our name for the last generalization to which we can arrive.

My whole thing was this was to immortalize my family's name. To get the people who never would have appreciated him to appreciate him, there's nothing a son could want more.

It was no accident, no coincidence, that the seasons came round and round year after year. It was the Lord speaking to us all and showing us over and over again the birth, life, death, and resurrection of his only begotten Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord. It was like a best-loved story being told day after day with each sunrise and sunset, year after year with the seasons, down through the ages since time began.

The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light...It seems to me to be a metaphor for the human soul, the singular light within that great general light of existence.

I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us.

In a symbol there is concealment and yet revelation: here therefore, by silence and by speech acting together, comes a double significance. In the symbol proper, what we can call a symbol, there is ever, more or less distinctly and directly, some embodiment and revelation of the Infinite; the Infinite is made to blend itself with the Finite, to stand visible, and as it were, attainable there. By symbols, accordingly, is man guided and commanded, made happy, made wretched.

Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.

God is the same, even though He has a thousand names; it is up to us to select a name for Him.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's." Though I don't quite look up, I can still feel his gaze on me. It's a heavy thing, this look of his. He says," What's the real answer?

What's your name?" "Emma Gould," she said. "What's yours?" "Wanted." "By all the girls or just the law?

It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was a real mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was but one mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed and changed into itself over and over.

Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.

Don't hold yourselves cheap, seeing that the creator of all things and of you estimates your value so high, so dear, that he pours out for you every day the most precious blood of his only-begotten Son.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.

The truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight and substance and yet for them has no name whereby it may be evoked or called forth. They go about ignorant of the true nature of their condition, such are the wiles of truth and such its stratagems.

If ever the Divine appeared on earth, it was in the person of Christ.

Too many people focus on the thing, instead of the heavenly glory of it. I don't want to give away what to expect.

A familiar name cannot make a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains in secret his own wild title earnedin the woods. We have a wild savage in us, and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded as ours.

The name of this infinite and inexhaustible depth and ground of all being is God.

Each Warrior of the Light contains within him the spark of God.