Superstition is the poetry of life.
There is no remedy but love for the great superiority of others
Superstition belongs to the essence of mankind and takes refuge, when one thinks one has suppressed it completely, in the strangest nooks and crannies; once it is safely ensconced there, it suddenly reappears.
Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.
Superstition is part of the poetry of life.
Superstition is rooted in a much deeper and more sensitive layer of the psyche than skepticism.