Conic Quotes & Sayings

Near that a dusty paint-box, some odd hooks, A half-burnt match, an ivory block, three books, Where conic sections, spherics, logarithms, To great Laplace, from Saunderson and Sims, Lie heaped in their harmonious disarray Of figures,-disentangle them who may. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Even if life as a whole is meaningless, perhaps that's nothing to worry about. Perhaps we can recognise it and just go on as before. — Thomas Nagel

Eating chocolates or popping pills won't reduce depression.Instead, one must read Gita. This will help relieve the stress and depression in life. It will help in dealing with challenges of life. — Sushma Swaraj

The universe, as we see it, is the result of regularly working forces, having a causal connection with each other and therefore capable of being understood by human reason. — Ludwig Buchner

Strangely enough, without names they were still things. He could see them and think about them in terms of shapes, or numbers. Formula of description. Various combinations of conic sections and the six surfaces of revolution symmetrical around an axis, the plane, the sphere, the cylinder, the catenoid, the unduloid, and the nodoid; shapes without the names, but the shapes alone were like names. Spatializing language. — Kim Stanley Robinson

Often I didn't think I was cut out for the way the world is, being born into a common culture and system I would never choose for myself. — Jackie Haze

Lose some valuable things in very different places and wait for a while! If they come back to you, it means that you are living in an honest society and in a very rare one too! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

We find in the history of ideas mutations which do not seem to correspond to any obvious need, and at first sight appear as mere playful whimsies such as Apollonius' work on conic sections, or the non-Euclidean geometries, whose practical value became apparent only later. — Arthur Koestler

He seemed like someone who had woken up after a hundred years of sleep, shaking the dust of a century's dreams from his feet. — Cassandra Clare

ferryman's hefty Africans pace short reciprocating arcs on the deck, sweeping and shoveling the black water of the Charles Basin with long stanchion-mounted oars, minting systems of vortices that fall to aft, flailing about one another, tracing out fading and flattening conic sections that Sir Isaac could probably work out in his head. The Hypothesis of Vortices is pressed with many difficulties. The sky's a matted reticule of taut jute and spokeshaved tree-trunks. Gusts make the anchored ships start and jostle like nervous horses hearing distant guns. — Neal Stephenson