Fourier Is A Mathematical Poem.

The Only Census Of The Senses, So Far As I Am Aware, That Ever Before Made Them More Than Five, Was The Irishman's Reckoning Of Seven Senses. I Presume The Irishman's Seventh Sense Was Common Sense; And I Believe That The Possession Of That Virtue By My Countrymen-i Speak As An Irishman.

The Fact That Mathematics Does Such A Good Job Of Describing The Universe Is A Mystery That We Don't Understand. And A Debt That We Will Probably Never Be Able To Repay.

Mathematics Is The Only True Metaphysics.

Questions Of Personal Priority, However Interesting They May Be To The Persons Concerned, Sink Into Insignificance In The Prospect Of Any Gain Of Deeper Insight Into The Secrets Of Nature.

There Is Nothing New To Be Discovered In Physics Now. All That Remains Is More And More Precise Measurement.