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.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

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

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

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.

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.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

To ensure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough; a police force is needed as well.

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