Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.
Politics is for the present, but an equation is for eternity.
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Politics is for the present, but an equation is for eternity.
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
