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?

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

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

The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds.