Versos

Descansem o meu leito solitário 

Na floresta dos homens esquecida, 

À sombra de uma cruz, e escrevam nela: 

Foi poeta - sonhou - e amou na vida.

Álvares de Azevedo em Lembranças de Morrer

Versos

Invejo as flores que murchando morrem,

E as aves que desmaiam-se cantando

E expiram sem sofrer...

Álvares de Azevedo

I can imagine myself on my deathbed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

Aleister Crowley

Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another.

Aleister Crowley

In the absence of willpower the most complete collection of virtues and talents is wholly worthless.

Aleister Crowley

I was asked to memorise what I did not understand; and, my memory being so good, it refused to be insulted in that manner.

Aleister Crowley

Men and women are not free to love decently until they have analyzed themselves completely and swept away every mystery from sex.

Aleister Crowley