“I’ll remedy the deficiency. I’ll be Satan, I’ll be Death. Look into my bony skull sockets and see if you can read the secrets of the eyes that are not there. Read my riddle—why does a death’s head always grin?” — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
It was long before I got at the maxim, that in reading an old mathematician you will not read his riddle unless you plough with his heifer; you must see with his light, if you want to know how much… — Augustus De Morgan Copy Share Image
