If You Wish To Seduce An Angel,

Up To One's Last Breath, One May Retain The Simple Joys Of Childhood, The Poetic Ecstasies Of The Young Person, The Enthusiasms Of Maturity. Right To The End, One May Intoxicate One's Spirit With Flowers, With Beauty And With Smiles.

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.

What Is More Absurd And More Impious Than To Attribute The Name Of Lucifer To The Devil, That Is, To Personified Evil. The Intellectual Lucifer Is The Spirit Of Intelligence And Love; It Is The Paraclete, It Is The Holy Spirit, While The Physical Lucifer Is The Great Agent Of Universal Magnetism.

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?

Doubt Is Really A Groping Ignorance.