You have been tried by twelve good men and true, not of your peers but as high above you as heaven is of hell, and they have said you are guilty.

The time has come for all good men to rise above principle.

Now is the time for all good men to run like hell.

Hell wasn't a major reservoir of evil, any more then Heaven, in Crowley's opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.

Men have never been good, they are not good and they never will be good.

The work of a few good men takes time to sink in and soak in than the work of the several bad men that proceeds at a very rapid pace.