Men willingly believe what they wish.

On no other stage are the scenes shifted with a swiftness so like magic as on the great stage of history when once the hour strikes.

The Mughal’s nature is such that they demand miracles, but if a miracle were to be performed by some upright follower of our religion, they would say that it had been brought about by magic and sorcery. They would strike him down with spears or would stone him to death.

One thing alone not even God can do: to make undone whatever has been done.

The believer in magic and miracles reflects on how to impose a law on nature—and, in brief, the religious cult is the outcome of this reflection.

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

In the past, men created witches; now they create mental patients.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

A miracle entails a degree of irrationality—not because it shocks reason, but because it makes no appeal to it.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a centaur, a leopard, a wolf, or a bull?

Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.

The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of all true art and science.