There Is Nothing More To Controlling Demons

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 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.

Succeed In Not Fearing The Lion, And The Lion Will Fear You.

Renounce To The Desire Of Possessing Worldly Things: This Is The First Step In The Path Of Perfection; By Mean Of This Absolute Untie Is How The Passions Can Be Fought.