To Be Rich Is To Give; To

Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflectios Of The Eternal.

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.

Magic Is The Divinity Of Man Achieved In Union With Faith.

Judge Not; Speak Hardly At All; Love And Act.

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?