Is Not Wounded Vanity The

The Philosopher Caught In The Nets Of Language.

Mathematics Is Merely The Means To A General And Ultimate Knowledge Of Man.

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

No One Can Draw More Out Of Things, Books Included, Than He Already Knows. A Man Has No Ears For That To Which Experience Has Given Him No Access.

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.