In Times Of Joy, All Of Us

To Make One, There Must Be Two.

Good Can Imagine Evil; But Evil Cannot Imagine Good.

How Happy Is The Lot Of The Mathematician! He Is Judged Solely By His Peers, And The Standard Is So High That No Colleague Or Rival Can Ever Win A Reputation He Does Not Deserve. No Cashier Writes A Letter To The Press Complaining About The Incomprehensibility Of Modern Mathematics And Comparing It Unfavorably With The Good Old Days When Mathematicians Were Content To Paper Irregularly Shaped Rooms And Fill Bathtubs Without Closing The Waste Pipe.

Hunger Allows No Choice.

The Friends Who Met Here And Embraced Are Gone, Each To His Own Mistake.