A Mathematician Is Only Perfect Insofar As

Love And Desire Are The Spirit's Wings To Great Deeds.

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

A Man's Name Is Not Like A Mantle Which Merely Hangs About Him...but A Perfectly Fitting Garment, Which, Like The Skin, Has Grown Over Him, At Which One Cannot Rake And Scrape Without Injuring The Man Himself.

The Greatest Evil That Can Befall Man Is That He Should Come To Think Ill Of Himself.

If You Call A Thing Bad You Do Little, If You Call A Thing Good You Do Much