The Centre Of Gravity Of Any Cylinder

Spoken Of The Young Archimedes: . . . [he] Was As Much Enchanted By The Rudiments Of Algebra As He Would Have Been If I Had Given Him An Engine Worked By Steam, With A Methylated Spirit Lamp To Heat The Boiler; More Enchanted, Perhaps For The Engine Would Have Got Broken, And, Remaining Always Itself, Would In Any Case Have Lost Its Charm, While The Rudiments Of Algebra Continued To Grow And Blossom In His Mind With An Unfailing Luxuriance. Every Day He Made The Discovery Of Something Which Seemed To Him Exquisitely Beautiful; The New Toy Was Inexhaustible In Its Potentialities.

How Many Theorems In Geometry Which Have Seemed At First Impracticable Are In Time Successfully Worked Out!

Give Me A Place To Stand, And A Lever Long Enough, And I Will Move The World.

Eureka! Eureka! Supposed To Have Been His Cry, Jumping Naked From His Bath And Running In The Streets, Excited By A Discovery About Water Displacement To Solve A Problem About The Purity Of A Gold Crown.

Rise Above Oneself And Grasp The World.