A Satanist practices the motto, If a man smite thee on one cheek, smash him on the other! Let no wrong go unredressed.
There is not always ‘two sides to every issue.’ That statement is a ridiculous slogan invoked by vested interests and perpetuated by minds of limited scope.
I never met a person who loved everybody I didn’t dislike.
It’s a cinch that if you read it in an occult periodical or paperback, everyone’s doing it. That should be your cue to avoid such stuff, lest you be relegated to the same readership level.
I visualize the day that tridents and pentagrams are thrust into the sky from church roofs instead of crosses.
Unfortunately for a multitude of occultists, humor is a rare ingredient in their lives. In fact it is their very lack of humor that has impelled them into the arcane and esoteric.
Heaven must be populated with some rather strange creatures if all they lived for was to go to a place where they can strum harps for eternity.
Religions are easy to invent. Most traditional religions have little or nothing to do with reality, are dependent on obfuscation, interpretation, guilt, and unreasoning faith...
I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten commandments.
We are so inculcated with guilt that we think that weakness is a sin or that it is some crime against nature to be submissive.
In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!
I knew then that the Christian Church thrives on hypocrisy, and that man’s carnal nature will out!
I feel that what is probably the greatest enemy of longevity is popularity, and most people die of popularity.
Since man’s natural instincts lead him to sin, all men are sinners; and all sinners go to hell. If everyone goes to hell, then you will meet all your friends there.
Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence, and he who saith thou shalt to me is my mortal foe!
Martin Luther dreamed up Protestantism while sitting on the toilet at Wittenburg monastery, and we know what a big movement that became.
I like raunchiness, not like in a biker-chick sort of a way, but like the girl can’t help it. Little bruises, a few hairs out of place, a little stain here and there.
My parents were lenient. My mother believed God was another word for nature. I took up Satanism not out of desperation, but out of logic. I rebelled, not but because of a religious or repressive childhood. I wanted to join the French Foreign Legion.
Why should I not hate mine enemies – if I “love” them does that not place me at their mercy?
Mysterious beings we seek from birth; what does that mean to me? Something we seek, and as we age it becomes more elusive, yet our spirit remains willing, but our flesh grows weak.