Fear Is Nothing But Idleness Of The

There Is Nothing More To Controlling Demons Than To Do Good And Fear Nothing.

The Great Work Is, Before All Things, The Creation Of Man By Himself, That Is To Say, The Full And Entire Conquest Of His Faculties And His Future; It Is Especially The Perfect Emancipation Of His Will.

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.

All Miracles Are Promised To Faith, And What Is Faith Except The Audacity Of Will Which Does Not Hesitate In The Darkness, But Advances Towards The Light In Spite Of All Ordeals, And Surmounting All Obstacles?

When One Creates Phantoms For Oneself, One Puts Vampires Into The World, And One Must Nourish These Children Of A Voluntary Nightmare With One's Blood, One's Life, One's Intellegence, And One's Reason, Without Ever Satisfying Them.