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

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

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

Appearances often are deceiving.

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.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

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

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

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

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