Magic is the divinity of man achieved in union with faith.
Judge not; speak hardly at all; love and act.
Mistress of love or of hate, occult science can dispense paradise or hell at its pleasure to human hearts; it disposes of all forms and confers beauty or ugliness; with the wand of Circe it changes men into brutes and animals alternately into men.
Fear is nothing but idleness of the will.
To practice magic is to be a quack; to know magic is to be a sage.
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.