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

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

Nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self; for what we wish, that we readily believe.

Appearances often are deceiving.

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

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

The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of all true art and science.

Everything that deceives does so by casting a spell.

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.

Egypt was the mother of magicians.

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.

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