Seeing With The Eyes Of

The Mathematical Life Of A Mathematician Is Short. Work Rarely Improves After The Age Of Twenty-five Or Thirty. If Little Has Been Accomplished By Then, Little Will Ever Be Accomplished.

Every Individual Acts And Suffers In Accordance With His Peculiar Teleology, Which Has All The Inevitability Of Fate, So Long As He Does Not Understand It.

It Is Easy To Believe That Life Is Long And One's Gifts Are Vast -- Easy At The Beginning, That Is. But The Limits Of Life Grow More Evident; It Becomes Clear That Great Work Can Be Done Rarely, If At All.

What Person, Confined In A Small Room With Nothing But A Tea-cosy, Will Not Eventually Put The Tea-cosy On Their Head?

The Chief Danger In Life Is That You May Take Too Many Precautions.