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.

Order is never observed; it is disorder which attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive.

One can only define the unknown by its supposed and supposable relations with the known.

To practice magic is to be a quack; to know magic is to be a sage.

The Great Work is, before all things, the creation of man by himself, that is to say, the full and entire conquest of his faculties and his future; it is especially the perfect emancipation of his will.

All the power of the occult healer lies in his conscious will, and all his art consists in producing faith in the patient.

Nothing can resist the will of man when he knows what is true and wills what is good.