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What Is The Meaning Of Human Life, Or, For That Matter, Of The Life Of Any Creature? To Know The Answer To This Question Means To Be Religious. You Ask: Does It Make Any Sense, Then, To Pose This Question? I Answer: The Man Who Regards His Fellow Creatures As Meaningless Is Not Merely Unhappy But Hardly Fit For Life.

Personally, I Experience The Greatest Degree Of Pleasure In Having Contact With Works Of Art. They Furnish Me With Happy Feelings Of An Intensity That I Cannot Derive From Other Sources.

The Height Of Stupidity Is Most Clearly Demonstrated By The Individual Who Ridicules Something He Knows Nothing About.

It Is A Magnificent Feeling To Recognize The Unity Of Complex Phenomena Which Appear To Be Things Quite Apart From The Direct Visible Truth.

Whatever Your Problems In Math Are, I Assure Mine Are Greater.