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.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Many are the wonders of the world, and none so wonderful as man.

Egypt was the mother of magicians.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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