Surrender thy youth to pleasure, and thy senses to delight.

Soon comes the hour when the wine-cup is shattered, and the garlands shall cease to bloom.

Enjoy while you may.

Be still, O Apaecides, my pupil and my follower! I will teach thee the mechanism of Nature, her darkest and her wildest secrets--the lore which fools call magic--and the mighty mysteries of the stars.

By this shalt thou discharge thy duty to the mass; by this shalt thou enlighten thy race.