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.

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

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.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

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

Nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self; for what we wish, that we readily believe.

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

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

There is not so contemptible a plant or animal that does not confound the most enlarged understanding.

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