To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

If the world is a game whose rules are written by the God, and sorcerers are those who cheat and cheat, then who has written the rules of sorcery?

What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.