Chess Problems Are The Hymn-tunes Of Mathematics.

It Is A Melancholy Experience For A Professional Mathematician To Find Himself Writing About Mathematics. The Function Of A Mathematician Is To Do Something, To Prove New Theorems, To Add To Mathematics, And Not To Talk About What He Or Other Mathematicians Have Done. Statesmen Despise Publicists, Painters Despise Art-critics, And Physiologists, Physicists, Or Mathematicians Have Usually Similar Feelings: There Is No Scorn More Profound, Or On The Whole More Justifiable, Than That Of The Men Who Make For The Men Who Explain. Exposition, Criticism, Appreciation, Is Work For Second-rate Minds.

The Babylonian And Assyrian Civilizations Have Perished; Hammurabi, Sargon And Nebuchadnezzar Are Empty Names; Yet Babylonian Mathematics Is Still Interesting, And The Babylonian Scale Of 60 Is Still Used In Astronomy.

The Mathematician's Patterns, Like The Painter's Or The Poet's Must Be Beautiful; The Ideas, Like The Colours Or The Words Must Fit Together In A Harmonious Way. Beauty Is The First Test: There Is No Permanent Place In The World For Ugly Mathematics.

No One Has Yet Discovered Any Warlike Purpose To Be Served By The Theory Of Numbers Or Relativity, And It Seems Unlikely That Anyone Will Do So For Many Years.

I Remember Once Going To See Him [ramanujan] When He Was Lying Ill At Putney. I Had Ridden In Taxi-cab No. 1729, And Remarked That The Number Seemed To Me Rather A Dull One, And That I Hoped It Was Not An Unfavourable Omen. "no," He Replied, "it Is A Very Interesting Number; It Is The Smallest Number Expressible As A Sum Of Two Cubes In Two Different Ways."