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

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.

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

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a centaur, a leopard, a wolf, or a bull?

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

Egypt was the mother of magicians.

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

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

All things are filled full of signs, and it is a wise man who can learn about one thing from another.

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.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

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

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