Passing Beauties Are Only The Fugitive Reflectios

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.

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.

If You Wish To Seduce An Angel, You Must Play The Part Of A Devil.

To Practice Magic Is To Be A Quack; To Know Magic Is To Be A Sage.