The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

Bridges would not be safer if only people who knew the proper definition of a real number were allowed to design them.

Without theory, there are no questions.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.