Men willingly believe what they wish.

In the society of men, the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled truth, and beauty is almost no longer possible if it is not a lie.

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

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

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

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

Once something becomes discernible, or understandable, we no longer need to repeat it. We can destroy it.

Many are the wonders of the world, and none so wonderful as man.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

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.

Appearances often are deceiving.