A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.
An epigram often flashes light into regions where reason shines but dimly.
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.
A superstition is a premature explanation that overstays its time.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.
The only thing that counts is the bit that cannot be explained.