A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef

If The Path Be Beautiful, Let Us Not Ask Where It Leads.

It Is By Believing In Roses That You Make Them Bloom.

I Prefer The Folly Of Enthusiasm To The Indifference Of Wisdom.

Time Deals Gently Only With Those Who Take It Gently.

Distrust Even Mathematics; Albeit So Sublime And Highly Perfected, We Have Here A Machine Of Such Delicacy It Can Only Work In Vacuo, And One Grain Of Sand In The Wheels Is Enough To Put Everything Out Of Gear. One Shudders To Think To What Disaster Such A Grain Of Sand May Bring A Mathematical Brain. Remember Pascal.