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.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

Appearances often are deceiving.

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

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.

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.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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.

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

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

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