Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.
Mathematics may be defined as the subject in which we never know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own.
Mathematics rightly viewed possesses not only truth but supreme beauty.
Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.
I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more of mathematics.
Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.
Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.
If a man’s wit be wandering, let him study the mathematics.
Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.
God created everything by number, weight and measure.
A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction.
Man discovers truth by reason only, not by faith.
To the wise, life is a problem; to the fool, a solution.
Figures don’t lie, but liars figure.
Math is the language of the universe. So the more equations you know, the more you can converse with the cosmos.
Geometry existed before creation.
The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal.
Logic is the anatomy of thought.
Every new body of discovery is mathematical in form, because there is no other guidance we can have.