One cannot learn how to be creative by reading Marx. Either one is creative or one is not.

History is direction—but Nature is extension—ergo, everyone gets eaten by a bear.

What is truth? For the multitude, that which it continually reads and hears.

Through money, democracy becomes its own destroyer, after money has destroyed intellect.

Socialism is nothing but the capitalism of the lower classes.

The mathematic, then, is an art. As such it has its styles and style periods. It is not, as the layman and the philosopher (who is in this matter a layman too) imagine, substantially unalterable, but subject like every art to unnoticed changes form epoch to epoch. The development of the great arts ought never to be treated without an (assuredly not unprofitable) side-glance at contemporary mathematics.

Every action alters the soul of the doer.