My Language Is The Sum

The Universe Ought To Be Presumed Too Vast To Have Any Character.

It Is Not Knowing, But The Love Of Learning, That Characterizes The Scientific Man.

This Branch Of Mathematics [probability] Is The Only One, I Believe, In Which Good Writers Frequently Get Results Which Are Entirely Erroneous.

The Woof And Warp Of All Thought And All Research Is Symbols, And The Life Of Thought And Science Is The Life Inherent In Symbols; So That It Is Wrong To Say That A Good Language Is Important To Good Thought, Merely; For It Is The Essence Of It.

One Will Meet, For Example, The Virtual Assumption That What Is Relative To Thought Cannot Be Real. But Why Not, Exactly? Red Is Relative To Sight, But The Fact That This Or That Is In That Relation To Vision That We Call Being Red Is Not Itself Relative To Sight; It Is A Real Fact.