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 fact is certain because it is impossible.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

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.

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.

Once something becomes discernible, or understandable, we no longer need to repeat it. We can destroy it.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

There are times when reality becomes too complex for oral communication. But legend gives it a form by which it pervades the whole world.