[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?