Austin Osman Spare Quotes

Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.

For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.

Only Art is Eternal Wisdom; what is not Art soon perishes. Art is the unconscious love of all things. ‘Learning’ will cease and Reality will become known when it comes to pass that every human being is an Artist.

Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. You are still in great company.

The more Chaotic I am, the more complete I am.

I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not them they serve me.

Anyone is capable of anything (will plus belief is ability) if they themselves create the opportune moment and incentive. Heaven gives no genius to disbelievers and no vengeance worse than the body denied.

Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. Yet you are still in great company - the Numen and your Genius with all their media, and your host of elementals and ghosts of your dead loves — are there! They need no light by which to see, no words to speak, no motive to enact except through your own purely formed desire.

In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.

Embrace reality by imagination.

And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.

Great thoughts are against all doctrines of conformity

The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.

It was the straying that found the path direct.

Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.

My desires sprang forth as a mighty sun - all embracing - associating in the form - vortex, to enjoy ALL consciousness

In our solitariness... great depths are sometimes sounded. Truth hideth in company.

Art can contradict Science.

The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.