Superstition is the poetry of life.
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.