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To A Mathematician The Eleventh Means Only A Single Unit: To The Bushman Who Cannot Count Further Than His Ten Fingers It Is An Incalculable Myriad.

Life Is A Constant Becoming: All Stages Lead To The Beginning Of Others.

It's Prudent To Gain The Whole World And Lose Your Own Soul. But Don't Forget That Your Soul Sticks To You If You Stick To It; But The World Has A Way Of Slipping Through Your Fingers.

Nature Holds No Brief For The Human Experiment; It Must Stand Or Fall By Its Results.

This Is The True Joy In Life: Being Used For A Purpose Recognized By Yourself As A Mighty One, Being A Force Of Nature Instead Of A Feverish, Selfish Little Clod Of Ailments And Grievances, Complaining That The World Will Not Devote Itself To Making You Happy. I Am Of The Opinion That My Life Belongs To The Whole Community And As Long As I Live, It Is My Privilege To Do For It What I Can. It Is A Sort Of Splendid Torch Which I Have Got Hold Of For The Moment And I Want To Make It Burn As Brightly As Possible Before Handing It On To Future Generations.