Perhaps the greatest paradox of all is that there are paradoxes in mathematics.

Mathematics is the science which uses easy words for hard ideas.

The infinite in mathematics is always unruly unless it is properly treated.

Mathematics is man's own handiwork, subject only to the limitations imposed by the laws of thought.

The testament of science is so continually in a flux that the heresy of yesterday is the gospel of today and the fundamentalism of tomorrow.

. . . we have overcome the notion that mathematical truths have an existence independent and apart from our own minds. It is even strange to us that such a notion could ever have existed.

Mathematics is an activity governed by the same rules imposed upon the symphonies of Beethoven, the paintings of DaVinci, and the poetry of Homer.

As a Test cricketer you expect that at times you're going to be heckled, and you must have a thick skin.

The trouble is when people read about authors, they don't feel compelled to read the authors' work.

I find male singers and what they sing about fascinating. It makes me realize how little we know about ourselves and how little I know about myself. It's interesting to see the male perspective.

Childhood play is nothing more than an expression of our individuality and preparation for human interaction. Everybody’s an artist. Unfortunately we don’t treat them as such.

I put on my dream-cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.

I am trying to prevent a bloodbath. Is that clear enough for you? I'm trying to prevent a civil war that could kill half the people in this world.

I had never passed a single school exam, and clearly never would.

We cut up lemons on a chop board because they are good for our voices.

It got so bad that by the time I was graduated, the only reading I did was in order to get the grade and the only writing I did was in order to get the grade.

The keener the want the lustier the growth.