The Grand Aim Of All

To A Student: Dear Miss - I Have Read About Sixteen Pages Of Your Manuscript . . . I Suffered Exactly The Same Treatment At The Hands Of My Teachers Who Disliked Me For My Independence And Passed Over Me When They Wanted Assistants. . . . Keep Your Manuscript For Your Sons And Daughters, In Order That They May Derive Consolation From It And Not Give A Damn For What Their Teachers Tell Them Or Think Of Them. . . . There Is Too Much Education Altogether.

Personally, I Experience The Greatest Degree Of Pleasure In Having Contact With Works Of Art. They Furnish Me With Happy Feelings Of An Intensity That I Cannot Derive From Other Sources.

Paper Is To Write Things Down That We Need To Remember. Our Brains Are Used To Think.

Mathematics Are Well And Good But Nature Keeps Dragging Us Around By The Nose.

Man, Surrounded By Facts, Permitting Himself No Surprise, No Intuitive Flash, No Great Hypothesis, No Risk, Is In A Locked Cell. Ignorance Cannot Seal The Mind And Imagination More Securely.