Let Us Honor If We

How Happy Is The Lot Of The Mathematician! He Is Judged Solely By His Peers, And The Standard Is So High That No Colleague Or Rival Can Ever Win A Reputation He Does Not Deserve. No Cashier Writes A Letter To The Press Complaining About The Incomprehensibility Of Modern Mathematics And Comparing It Unfavorably With The Good Old Days When Mathematicians Were Content To Paper Irregularly Shaped Rooms And Fill Bathtubs Without Closing The Waste Pipe.

Those Who Will Not Reason, Perish In The Act. Those Who Will Not Act, Perish For That Reason.

Without Art, We Should Have No Notion Of The Sacred; Without Science, We Should Always Worship False Gods.

In The Deserts Of The Heart Let The Healing Fountain Start.

The Lights Must Never Go Out, The Music Must Always Play