The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of human stupidity.
Translations increase the faults of a work and spoil its beauties.
In France every man is either an anvil or a hammer; he is a beater or must be beaten.
Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.
I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker.
Minds differ still more than faces.