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All Miracles Are Promised To Faith, And What Is Faith Except The Audacity Of Will Which Does Not Hesitate In The Darkness, But Advances Towards The Light In Spite Of All Ordeals, And Surmounting All Obstacles?

There Exists In Nature A Force Which Is Immeasurably More Powerful Than Steam, And By Means Of Which A Single Man, Who Knows How To Adapt And Direct It, Might Upset And Alter The Face Of The World.

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflectios Of The Eternal.

All The Power Of The Occult Healer Lies In His Conscious Will, And All His Art Consists In Producing Faith In The Patient.

Mistress Of Love Or Of Hate, Occult Science Can Dispense Paradise Or Hell At Its Pleasure To Human Hearts; It Disposes Of All Forms And Confers Beauty Or Ugliness; With The Wand Of Circe It Changes Men Into Brutes And Animals Alternately Into Men.