Mathematics Is An Obscure Field, An Abstruse

It Is The Stain And Disgrace Of The Age To Envy Virtue, And To Be Anxious To Crush The Very Flower Of Dignity.

These Studies Are A Spur To The Young, A Delight To The Old: An Ornament In Prosperity, A Consoling Refuge In Adversity; They Are Pleasure For Us At Home, And No Burden Abroad; They Stay Up With Us At Night, They Accompany Us When We Travel, They Are With Us In Our Country Visits.

Though Silence Is Not Necessarily An Admission, It Is Not A Denial, Either.

Man Is His Own Worst Enemy.

He Only Employs His Passion Who Can Make No Use Of His Reason.