I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

A miracle entails a degree of irrationality—not because it shocks reason, but because it makes no appeal to it.

All things are filled full of signs, and it is a wise man who can learn about one thing from another.

Once something becomes discernible, or understandable, we no longer need to repeat it. We can destroy it.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a centaur, a leopard, a wolf, or a bull?

To ensure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough; a police force is needed as well.

Any serious attempt to do anything worthwhile is ritualistic.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

Appearances often are deceiving.

Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.

The believer in magic and miracles reflects on how to impose a law on nature—and, in brief, the religious cult is the outcome of this reflection.