That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

If we were all given by magic power to read each other's thoughts, I suppose the first effect would be to dissolve all friendships

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