With a single drop of ink for a mirror, the Egyptian sorcerer undertakes to reveal to any chance comer far-reaching visions of the past. This is what I undertake to do for you, reader.

Men and women make sad mistakes about their own symptoms, taking their vague uneasy longings, sometimes for genius, sometimes for religion, and oftener still for a mighty love.

It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.

A blush is no language; only a dubious flag - signal which may mean either of two contradictories

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

Falsehood is so easy, truth so difficult. Even with no motive to be false, it is very hard to say the exact truth.

The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.