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

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

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.

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

There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching toward him and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange.

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

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

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

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

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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