You can fool too many people, too much of the time. - James Thurber

Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.

If you should walk and wind and wander far enough on one of those afternoons in April when smoke goes down instead of up, and nearby things sound far away and far things near, you are more than likely to come at last to the enchanted forest that lies between the Moonstone Mines and Centaurs Mountain. You'll know the woods when you are still a long way off by virtue of a fragrance you can never quite forget and never quite remember.

It’s an agent of the devil, sent to punish evildoers for having done less evil than they should.