For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.

If we do not like our work, and do not try to get happiness out of it, we are a menace to our profession as well as to ourselves.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

We are never really happy until we try to brighten the lives of others.

Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.

I will not just live my life. I will not just spend my life. I will invest my life.

Now I feel as if I should succeed in doing something in mathematics, although I cannot see why it is so very important. . . The knowledge doesn't make life any sweeter or happier, does it?