All Of Mathematics Is A Tale About

The Scientist Does Not Study Nature Because It Is Useful To Do So. He Studies It Because He Takes Pleasure In It, And He Takes Pleasure In It Because It Is Beautiful. If Nature Were Not Beautiful It Would Not Be Worth Knowing, And Life Would Not Be Worth Living. I Am Not Speaking, Of Course, Of The Beauty Which Strikes The Senses, Of The Beauty Of Qualities And Appearances. I Am Far From Despising This, But It Has Nothing To Do With Science. What I Mean Is That More Intimate Beauty Which Comes From The Harmonious Order Of Its Parts, And Which A Pure Intelligence Can Grasp.

It Is Not Order Only, But Unexpected Order, That Has Value.

Need We Add That Mathematicians Themselves Are Not Infallible?

Experiment Is The Sole Source Of Truth.

We Also Know How Cruel The Truth Often Is, And We Wonder Whether Delusion Is Not More Consoling.