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To Be Rich Is To Give; To Give Nothing Is To Be Poor; To Live Is To Love; To Love Nothing Is To Be Dead; To Be Happy Is To Devote Oneself; To Exist Only For Oneself Is To Damn Oneself, And To Exile Oneself To Hell.

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.

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.

In Olden Times Gold Was Manufactured By Science; Nowadays Science Must Be Renewed By Gold. We Have Fixed The Volatile And We Must Now Volatilize The Fixed—in Other Words, We Have Materialized Spirit, And We Must Now Spiritualize Matter.

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?