Thought's infidelity lies in its privacy. 'If there is something that you cannot say to me,' asks the lover, 'things that you must think alone, then can you really be trusted?'
Mathematics is the language in which the universe writes its deepest secrets.
我不是商人，我就是生意本身。
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words."