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

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.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

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

Men willingly believe what they wish.

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.

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

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

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

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.