Life’s splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fulness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. This is the essence of magic, which does not create but summons.
Source:'Diaries 1921 - October 18,' The Diaries Of Franz Kafka (1948)