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.

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

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

To blow and to swallow at the same time is not easy; I cannot at the same time be here and also there.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

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

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.

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

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

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

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.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

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