Order Is Never Observed; It

Magic Is The Divinity Of Man Achieved In Union With Faith.

When One Creates Phantoms For Oneself, One Puts Vampires Into The World, And One Must Nourish These Children Of A Voluntary Nightmare With One's Blood, One's Life, One's Intellegence, And One's Reason, Without Ever Satisfying Them.

To Practice Magic Is To Be A Quack; To Know Magic Is To Be A Sage.

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflections Of The Eternal. All Beauty Alters And All Life Melts Away; In Short, Everything Passes With Marvelous Rapidity; Beautiful Helen Of Troy Has Become A Toothless Skull, Then A Handful Of Dust, Then Nothing.

When We Love, We See The Infinite In The Finite. We Find The Creator In The Creation.