A Mathematician Is Only Perfect Insofar As

Everything Perfect In Its Kind Has To Transcend Its Own Kind, It Must Become Something Different And Incomparable. In Some Notes The Nightingale Is Still A Bird; Then It Rises Above Its Class And Seems To Suggest To Every Winged Creature What Singing Is Truly Like.

All Rights And Laws Are Still Transmitted, Like An Eternal Sickness To The Race. [ger., Es Erben Sich Gesetz And Rechte Wie Eine Ew'ge Krankheit Fort.]

Why Look For Conspiracy When Stupidity Can Explain So Much

It Is Ever True That He Who Does Nothing For Others, Does Nothing For Himself." ~ Goethe

Whatever Is The Object Of A Saint's Hope Is The Subject Of His Prayer.