The unconscious self is the real genius. Your breathing goes wrong the moment your conscious self meddles with it.

The mathematician is fascinated with the marvelous beauty of the forms he constructs, and in their beauty he finds everlasting truth.

The more reasonable a student was in mathematics, the more unreasonable she was in the affairs of real life, concerning which fewtrustworthy postulates have yet been ascertained.

What we are confronted with now is a growing perception that if we desire a certain type of civilization and culture we must exterminate the sort of people who do not fit into it.

The nation's morals are like its teeth: the more decayed they are the more it hurts to touch them.

The universal regard for money is the one hopeful fact in our civilization.

Your heart and your mouth wil be in two separate parts of your body if you again forget in whose presence you stand.