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.

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.

One thing alone not even God can do: to make undone whatever has been done.

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

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

There are times when reality becomes too complex for oral communication. But legend gives it a form by which it pervades the whole world.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

The fear of the Lord is true wisdom, and he who hath it not can in no way penetrate the true secrets of magic.

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.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.