Pure Maths Quotes & Sayings

What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person. — John Green

The upper windows of his house, appeared — F Scott Fitzgerald

Julian Assange is self-consciously an individual. He thinks in his own way, primarily as a physicist, having studied pure maths and physics at university in Australia where he grew up. — Nick Davies

In pure mathematics the mind deal only with its own creations and imaginations. The concepts of number and form have not been derived from any source other than the world of reality. The ten fingers on which men learned to count, that is, to carry out the first arithmetical operation, may be anything else, but they are certainly not only objects that can be counted, but also the ability to exclude all properties of the objects considered other than their number-and this ability is the product of a long historical evolution based on experience. Like the idea of number, so the idea of form is derived exclusively from the external world, and does not arise in the mind as a product of pure thought. — Friedrich Engels

I didn't mind writing incoherently, up until about 1980, occasionally. But after that, I decided, might as well be articulate. And I found, though, that writing poetry affected my prose to the point where I never again wrote in one draft, and my prose just took longer and longer and longer. It took longer and longer to come up with an acceptable text. And that's probably one of the reasons that my output has slowed down. — Richard Meltzer

The church alone beyond all question Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords. — John Muir

People who type with their iPhones on loud are barbarians and probably killers. — Nicole Richie

I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed. — Jeffrey Combs

Things were changing; I was changing. All swelling limbs and sweating brain, suddenly I had more body than I knew what to do with. Arms and legs became the prey of low desktops and narrow corridors, were ambushed by sharp corners. Mr Baxter ignored my plight. Bodies were inimical to mathematics, or so we were led to believe. Bad hair, acrid breath, lumpy skin, all vanished for an hour every Tuesday and Thursday. Young minds in the buff soared into the sphere of pure reason. Pages turned to parallelograms; cities, circumferences; recipes, ratios. Shorn of our bearings, we groped our way around in this rarefied air. — Daniel Tammet

I listen to the silence
and yearn to be more me,
swimming in the sea of myself,
learning eternally -
finding out where the rocks are
and smoothing them into sand. — Jay Woodman