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

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

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.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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

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.

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

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.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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