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.

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

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

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

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

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

The mind is led on, step by step, to defeat its own logic.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

Appearances often are deceiving.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

To blow and to swallow at the same time is not easy; I cannot at the same time be here and also there.

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.

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