Chance never writ a legible book; chance never built a fair house; chance never drew a neat picture; it never did any of these things, nor ever will; nor can it be without absurdity supposed able to do them; which yet are works very gross and rude, very easy and feasible, as it were, in comparison to the production of a flower or a tree.
Isaac BarrowSmiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.
Isaac BarrowThe proper work of man, the grand drift of human life, is to follow reason, that noble spark kindled in us from heaven.
Isaac BarrowMathematics - the unshaken Foundation of Sciences, and the plentiful Fountain of Advantage to human affairs.
Isaac Barrow