Time partially reconciles us to anything. I gradually became content--doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.
Art. . . does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.
It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
It takes time and trouble to persuade ourselves that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do.
America has invested her religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her sons, whatever other theologies they may affect or disregard, subscribe unreservedly to this national creed.
People who pin their faith to a catchword never feel the necessity of understanding anything.
There is some confusion as to what magic actually is. I think this can be cleared up if you just look at the very earliest descriptions of magic. Magic in its earliest form is often referred to as “the art”. I believe this is completely literal. I believe that magic is art and that art, whether it be writing, music, sculpture, or any other form is literally magic.
God is not something I think about but something I experience as an energy, a Presence. I do find it easier to pray to a female Presence or an androgynous Presence.
And I'm asking for your support because I want to defend America, as I've said before, from becoming a socialist nation
I'm beginning to think my name has been changed to 'Damn it' or 'Asshole'” Styxx