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

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching toward him and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange.

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.

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

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

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.

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.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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

Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.