If "Number rules the universe" as Pythagoras asserted, Number is merely our delegate to the throne, for we rule Number.

Time makes fools of us all. Our only comfort is that greater shall come after us.

Even stranger things have happened; and perhaps the strangest of all is the marvel that mathematics should be possible to a race akin to the apes.

I have always hated machinery, and the only machine I ever understood was a wheelbarrow, and that but imperfectly.

If indeed, as Hilbert asserted, mathematics is a meaningless game played with meaningless marks on paper, the only mathematical experience to which we can refer is the making of marks on paper.

Galois read the geometry from cover to cover as easily as other boys read a pirate yarn.

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.