Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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

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

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

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.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

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.

There is not so contemptible a plant or animal that does not confound the most enlarged understanding.

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

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

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

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