A Hundred Times Have I

Our World, Like A Charnel-house, Is Strewn With The Detritus Of Dead Epochs.

By Law, All Buildings Should Be White.

Genius Is Personal, Decided By Fate, But It Expresses Itself By Means Of System. There Is No Work Of Art Without System.

Considerable Sacrifices Were Demanded Of The Inhabitants Of The Machine In Order That Purely Abstract Formal Development... Might Be Carried As Far As Possible.

The Mathematical Phenomenon Always Develops Out Of Simple Arithmetic, So Useful In Everyday Life, Out Of Numbers, Those Weapons Of The Gods: The Gods Are There, Behind The Wall, At Play With Numbers.