I Go At What I Have To

Give Me Something Huge To Fight, — And I Should Enjoy That — But Why Make Me Sweep The Dust?

So Fleet The Works Of Men, Back To Their Earth Again;ancient And Holy Things Fade Like A Dream.

Mathematical Knowledge Is Not-as All Cambridge Men Are Surely Aware-the Result Of Any Special Gift. It Is Merely The Development Of Those Conceptions Of Form And Number Which Every Human Being Possesses; And Any Person Of Average Intellect Can Make Himself A Fair Mathematician If He Will Only Pay Continuous Attention; In Plain English, Think Enough About The Subject.

Friendship Is Like A Glass Ornament, Once It Is Broken It Can Rarely Be Put Back Together Exactly The Same Way.

Look At The Bow In The Cloud, In The Very Rain Itself. That Is A Sign That The Sun, Though You Cannot See It, Is Shining Still -- That Up Above Beyond The Cloud Is Still Sunlight And Warmth And Cloudless Blue Sky.