War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which

Almost All The Noblest Things That Have Been Achieved In The World, Have Been Achieved By Poor Men; Poor Scholars, Poor Professional Men, Poor Artisans And Artists, Poor Philosophers, Poets, And Men Of Genius.

The Word Well Spoken, The Deed Fitly Done, Even By The Feeblest Or Humblest, Cannot Help But Have Their Effect. More Or Less, The Effect Is Inevitable And Eternal.

Magic Is That Which It Is; It Is By Itself, Like The Mathematics; For It Is The Exact And Absolute Science Of Nature And Its Laws . Magic Is The Science Of The Ancient Magi: And The Christian Religion, Which Has Imposed Silence On The Lying Oracles, And Put An End To The Prestiges Of The False Gods , Itself Reveres Those Magi Who Came From The East, Guided By A Star , To Adore The Saviour Of The World In His Cradle.

It Is Not In The Books Of The Philosophers, But In The Religious Symbolism Of The Ancients, That We Must Look For The Footprints Of Science, And Re-discover The Mysteries Of Knowledge.

That Which We Do For Ourselves Dies With Us … That Which We Do For Others Lives Forever.