I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

Nature does not suffer her veil to be taken from her, and what she does not choose to reveal to the spirit, thou wilt not wrest from her by levers and screws.

True love is love that stays constant for ever, whatever it's fortune; whether requited or scored, filled or sent empty away.

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiation - creation - there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans.

Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

You must either conquer and rule or serve and lose, suffer or triumph, be the anvil or the hammer.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.