Faith Begins Where Reason Sinks Exhausted.

War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which Result In Victory.

Let Us Drink Together, Fellows, As We Did In Days Of Yore. And Still Enjoy The Golden Hours That Fortune Has In Store; The Absent Friends Remembered Be, In All That’s Sung Or Said, And Love Immortal Consecrate The Memory Of The Dead.

Magic Is That Which It Is; It Is By Itself, Like The Mathematics; For It Is The Exact And Absolute Science Of Nature And Its Laws . Magic Is The Science Of The Ancient Magi: And The Christian Religion, Which Has Imposed Silence On The Lying Oracles, And Put An End To The Prestiges Of The False Gods , Itself Reveres Those Magi Who Came From The East, Guided By A Star , To Adore The Saviour Of The World In His Cradle.

Everything Actual Must Also First Have Been Possible, Before Having Actual Existence.

That Which Causes Us Trials Shall Yield Us Triumph: And That Which Make Our Hearts Ache Shall Fill Us With Gladness. The Only True Happiness Is To Learn, To Advance, And To Improve: Which Could Not Happen Unless We Had Commenced With Error, Ignorance, And Imperfection. We Must Pass Through The Darkness, To Reach The Light.