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.

That great Kabbilistical association known in Europe under the name of Masonry appeared suddenly in the world when the revolt against the Church had just succeeded in dismembering Christian unity.

The Placer is an enemy who must necessarily become our lord or our slave; one doesn't enjoy if it's not defeated.

Weak people talk and do not act, strong people act and keep quiet.

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

There is nothing more to controlling demons than to do good and fear nothing.