The Placer Is An Enemy

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.

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.

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflectios Of The Eternal.

Father, Forgive Them,' Said Jesus, 'for They Know Not What They Do' -- People Of Good Sense Whoever You May Be, I Will Add, Do Not Listen To Them, For They Know Not What They Say.