I Know But One Freedom And That

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

The Magic Of The Craft Has Opened For Me A World In Which I Shall Confront, Within Two Hours, The Black Dragons And The Crowned Crests Of A Coma Of Blue Lightnings, And When Night Has Fallen I, Delivered, Shall Read My Course In The Starts.

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

And Now Here Is My Secret, A Very Simple Secret; It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly, What Is Essential Is Invisible To The Eye.

One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A Little, If One Lets Himself Be Tamed.