The writer must be a traitor to his class, his country, his religion—to everything except his conscience.
Mathematics is the art of giving the same name to different things.
在某种程度上,我们都是流亡者,寻找一个可以称之为家的地方。
"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.