Nature is a petrified magic city.

Christianity is the root of all democracy, the highest fact in the rights of men.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.

The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.

Nature is a petrified magic city.

Character and fate are two words for the same thing.

We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.

Where no gods are, spectres rule.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.

We never completely comprehend ourselves, but we can do far more than comprehend.

Learning is pleasurable but doing is the height of enjoyment.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

Nothing is more indispensable to true religiosity than a mediator that links us with divinity.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

Knowledge is only one half. Faith is the other.

A character is a completely fashioned will.

We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.

Accident is simply unforeseen order.

We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.

Christianity is the root of all democracy the highest fact in the rights of men.

We are on a mission: we are called to the cultivation of the earth.

The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.

Roosevelt's magic lay in one facet of his personality: He knew how to take the risk. No other man in public life I knew could so readily take the challenge of the new.

It's not sometimes realistic to think that something magical can happen, but I think I look for the magic.

It seems inevitable that the magic of the written word will fade.

I love the magic of the studio.

The magic formula that successful businesses have discovered is to treat customers like guests and employees like people.

Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide.

Better beware of notions like genius and inspiration; they are a sort of magic wand and should be used sparingly by anybody who wants to see things clearly.

There is a real magic in enthusiasm. It spells the difference between mediocrity and accomplishment.

Residuals from Australia, from the Mission Magic show, saved my butt. So there is a reason for everything.

Indubitably, magic is one of the subtlest and most difficult of the sciences and arts. There is more opportunity for errors of comprehension, judgment and practice than in any other branch of physics.

I think that the ideal space must contain elements of magic, serenity, sorcery and mystery.

The first time I sang with David Daniels... I had never performed with a countertenor before. That first time was magic, it was so beautiful. And he's such a great artist.

Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

Movies are like magic tricks.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.

So many plays with magic in them that would be a terrific invitation to an imaginative animation team.

It's just like magic. When you live by yourself, all of your annoying habits are gone.

Speeches are not magic and there is no great speech without great policy.

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

I can write, He floated up to the ceiling, and a baby rabbit came out of his pocket, grew wings, and flew away. And you will believe that it really happened. That's magic, isn't it?

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.