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

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

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

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

Appearances often are deceiving.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

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.

Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

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 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 fact is certain because it is impossible.

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

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.