Appearances often are deceiving.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

One thing alone not even God can do: to make undone whatever has been done.

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.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.