Mathematics Is The Bold Luxury Of Pure

A Man Can't Be Angry At His Own Time Without Suffering Some Damage.

Mathematics Is The Source Of A Wicked Intellect That, While Making Man The Lord Of The Earth, Also Makes Him The Slave Of The Machine.

If There Is A Sense Of Reality, There Must Also Be A Sense Of Possibility.

Every Word Wants To Be Taken Literally, Else It Decays Into A Lie. But One Mustn't Take Any Word Literally, Else The World Becomes A Madhouse.

Every Day There Comes A Moment When A Person Lays His Hands In His Lap And All His Busyness Collapses Like Ashes. The Work Accomplished Is, From The Soul's Point Of View, Entirely Imaginary.