Mathematics Is The Art Of Giving The

A Cat Is Witty, He Has Nerve, He Knows How To Do Precisely The Right Thing At The Right Moment.

Mathematicians Do Not Deal In Objects, But In Relations Between Objects; Thus, They Are Free To Replace Some Objects By Others So Long As The Relations Remain Unchanged. Content To Them Is Irrelevant: They Are Interested In Form Only.

The Mathematical Facts Worthy Of Being Studied Are Those Which, By Their Analogy With Other Facts, Are Capable Of Leading Us To The Knowledge Of A Physical Law. They Reveal The Kinship Between Other Facts, Long Known, But Wrongly Believed To Be Strangers To One Another.

The Scientist Does Not Study Nature Because It Is Useful To Do So. He Studies It Because He Takes Pleasure In It, And He Takes Pleasure In It Because It Is Beautiful. If Nature Were Not Beautiful It Would Not Be Worth Knowing, And Life Would Not Be Worth Living. I Am Not Speaking, Of Course, Of The Beauty Which Strikes The Senses, Of The Beauty Of Qualities And Appearances. I Am Far From Despising This, But It Has Nothing To Do With Science. What I Mean Is That More Intimate Beauty Which Comes From The Harmonious Order Of Its Parts, And Which A Pure Intelligence Can Grasp.

The Subliminal Self Is In No Way Inferior To The Conscious Self. It Knows How To Choose And To Divine.