“I would not be the same spiritually if I had not been beautiful.”

So there are many who are people of the day and who busy themselves with daytime deeds.

For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.

Whilst others are children of the night, their minds consumed with nocturnal notions; but yet there are some in whom the two merge like the rising of the sun and the moon in a day.

I am used to being beautiful. I have been beautiful for so long that it is an essential part of me.

For as from the same piece of clay a potter may fashion either a pot or a tile, so the Devil may shape a witch into a wolf or a cat or even a goat, without subtracting from her and without adding to her at all.

Yet just as the day has two halves, one governed by the sun and the other by the moon.