If you would be a magician, honor the Earth. Honor life. Love. Know that magic is the birthright of every human being, and wisely use it.

Read as much as you can, discarding negative or disturbing information. Learn by doing, and the Goddess and God will bless you with all that you truly need.

The magic begins in you. Feel your own energy, and realize similar energy exists within the Earth, stones, plants, water, wind, fire, colores, and animals.

Honor all living things, for we are of the stag, and the salmon, and the bee; so destroy not life, save it be to preserve your own.

Magic is our birthright...and should be available to all who wish to utilize it as a tool of personal transformation.

The power is neutral. It cannot be divided into positive and negative energies. Power is power.

Magic is natural. It is a harmonious movement of energies to create a needed change. If you wish to practice magic, all thoughts of it being paranormal or supernatural must be forgotten.

Call upon the Goddess and God to protect you and teach you the secrets of magic. Ask stones and plants to reveal their powers - and listen.

We are not on this planet to ask forgiveness of our deities.

Books can lift our spirits, heal our wounds, steel our courage and strengthen our religious resolve.

Magic is love. All magic should be performed out of love. The moment anger or hatred tinges your magic, you have crossed the border into a dangerous world, one that will ultimately consume you.

Save the trees! Return to the gold standard!

I love food. I'm a big food person. I'm really passionate about eating good food all the time.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

All patriarchal societies are either preparing for war, at war, or recovering from war.

The Way of the Samurai is found in death. When it comes to either/or, there is only the quick choice of death. It is not particularly difficult. Be determined and advance.

We need to understand that every time an elementary teacher captures the imagination of a child through the arts or music of language this nation gets a little stronger.

Hands have their own language.

So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die, Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough, And Virtue also says: We are not yet friends enough.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.