Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
The sun shall not smite I by day, nor the moon by night.
Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
Fear less, hope more. Eat less, chew more. Talk less, say more.
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
The sun shall not smite I by day, nor the moon by night.
Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
Fear less, hope more. Eat less, chew more. Talk less, say more.
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.