Appearances often are deceiving.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

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.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

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

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

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

There are times when reality becomes too complex for oral communication. But legend gives it a form by which it pervades the whole world.

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.

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