Magic is natural to humans. It's a power you can evoke when you need to solve a problem, attract someone you love, or protect yourself from harm.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Magic is not a practice. It is a living, breathing web of energy that, with our permission, can encase our every action.
The power of magic is in the acceptance of its paradox. It defies logic, but serves our deepest desires.
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.