Superstition (n.) is rooted in a much deeper and more sensitive layer of the psyche than skepticism.
Superstition (n.) is never wholly eradicated. When we think it is, it takes refuge in the strangest holes and corners, whence it peeps out all at once, as soon as it can do it with safety.
Superstition (n.) is the poetry of practical life and a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.
Superstition (n.) is part of the poetry of life.
Superstition (n.) is a part of the very being of humanity; and when we fancy that we are banishing it altogether, it takes refuge in the strangest nooks and corners, and then suddenly comes forth again, as soon as it believes itself at all safe.
Superstition (n.) is the poetry of life.
Superstition (n.) is the poesy of life; it does not injure the poet to be superstitious.