We must not let daylight in upon the magic.

We must not let daylight in upon the magic.

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
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That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust.

Genius is another word for magic, and the whole point of magic is that it is inexplicable.

Genius is another word for magic, and the whole point of magic is that it is inexplicable.

"O Charidas, what of the underworld?"
"Great darkness."
"And what of the resurrection?"
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"O Charidas, what of the underworld?"
"Great darkness."
"And what of the resurrection?"
"A lie."
"And Pluto?"
"A fable; we perish utterly."

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is read more

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that. -- Jean Valjean --

To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no
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To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no
less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.

Why is it that every time I'm with you, makes me believe in magic?

Why is it that every time I'm with you, makes me believe in magic?