The point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating, and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it.
Mathematics rightly viewed posses not only truth but supreme beauty - a beauty cold and austere like that of sculpture.
There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths.
Only impatience prompts the belief in the possibility of sudden improvement.
Neither love without knowledge, nor knowledge without love can produce a good life.
Machines deprive us of two things which are certainly important ingredients of human happiness, namely, spontaneity and variety.