God is alive. Magic is afoot.

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.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

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

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

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

To ensure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough; a police force is needed as well.

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

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.