All Of Mathematics Is A

Thought Is Only A Flash Between Two Long Nights, But This Flash Is Everything.

A Reality Completely Independent Of The Spirit That Conceives It, Sees It, Or Feels It, Is An Impossibility. A World So External As That, Even If It Existed, Would Be Forever Inaccessible To Us.

Chance ... Must Be Something More Than The Name We Give To Our Ignorance.

Science Is Built Up With Facts, As A House Is With Stones. But A Collection Of Facts Is No More A Science Than A Heap Of Stones Is A House.

All Of Mathematics Is A Tale About Groups.