Masonry is identical with the Ancient Mysteries

We Masons are among the fortunate ones who are taught to meet together with others opposing convictions or competitive ideas and yet respect each other as Brothers.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

Philosophy is a kind of journey, ever learning yet never arriving at the ideal perfection of truth.

One man is equivalent to all Creation. One man is a World in miniature.

A good man will find that there is goodness in the world; an honest man will find that there is honesty in the world; and a man of principle will find principle and integrity in the hearts of others.

It is not in the books of the Philosophers, but in the religious symbolism of the Ancients, that we must look for the footprints of Science, and re-discover the Mysteries of Knowledge.

Pride is not the heritage of man; humility should dwell with frailty, and atone for ignorance, error, and imperfection.

The Secret of the Occult Sciences is that of Nature itself, the Secret of the generation of the Angels and Worlds, that of the Omnipotence of God .

The universal medicine for the Soul is the Supreme Reason and Absolute Justice; for the mind, mathematical and practical Truth; for the body, the Quintessence, a combination of light and gold.

I took my obligations from white men, not from negroes. When I have to accept negroes as brothers or leave masonry, I shall leave it

God is my Wonderful Counselor.

The public is like a piano. You just have to know what keys to poke.

Billboard called my solo album, 'Standing In The Spotlight,' a great party album and even said that my raps put the Beastie Boys to shame.

The human soul is like a bird that is born in a cage. Nothing can deprive it of its natural longings, or obliterate the mysterious remembrance of its heritage.

Pleasure involves respect, and respect starts with words.

If you wage war, do it energetically and with severity. This is the only way to make it shorter and consequently less inhuman.

Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work- It demands everything from you- especially the truth. Only then does it yield results.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.

Security isn't just a feature, it's a base, it's a fundamental, right.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?