Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

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.

Appearances often are deceiving.

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

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

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

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.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.