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.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a centaur, a leopard, a wolf, or a bull?

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

In the past, men created witches; now they create mental patients.

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

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

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

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.

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

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