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.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

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

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

To blow and to swallow at the same time is not easy; I cannot at the same time be here and also there.

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

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.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.

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

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

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

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

Appearances often are deceiving.