All things are filled full of signs, and it is a wise man who can learn about one thing from another.

Appearances often are deceiving.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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 mind is led on, step by step, to defeat its own logic.

Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

Man is always a wizard to man, and the social world is at first magical.

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

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.

The fear of the Lord is true wisdom, and he who hath it not can in no way penetrate the true secrets of magic.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.

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.