One Does What One Is; One Becomes

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.

There Is Nothing In This World As Invisible As A Monument

Mathematics Is The Bold Luxury Of Pure Reason, One Of The Few That Remain Today.

Anything That Endures Over Time Sacrifices Its Ability To Make An Impression.

You See How Wrong I Go, How Ridiculous I'm Making Myself In Your Eyes By Keeping On Guessing Wrong Like This! Doesn't That Help You To Come Out With It? Come On Now!