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

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

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.

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.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.