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.

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

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

Egypt was the mother of magicians.

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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.

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

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.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.