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.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

God is alive. Magic is afoot.

Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.

Man is always a wizard to man, and the social world is at first magical.

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

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.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

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

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

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