The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
My dear soul, flee from the worthless, stay close only to those with a pure heart. Like attracts like. A crow will lead you to the graveyard, a parrot to a lump of sugar.
The cure for pain is in the pain.
Loveโs secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, โHere I am!โ
If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.