God is alive. Magic is afoot.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

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.

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.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

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

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

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

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

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

Appearances often are deceiving.

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