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

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

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

Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

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.

Appearances often are deceiving.

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

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

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

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.

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