The only way to learn mathematics is to do mathematics.

The author discusses valueless measures in pointless spaces.

The best way to learn is to do; the worst way to teach is to talk.

The only way to learn mathematics is to do mathematics. That tenet is the foundation of the do-it-yourself, Socratic, or Texas method.

A smooth lecture... may be pleasant; a good teacher challenges, asks, irritates and maintains high standards - all that is generally not pleasant.

A good stack of examples, as large as possible, is indispensable for a thorough understanding of any concept,and when I want to learn something new, I make it my first job to build one.

The beginner should not be discouraged if he finds he does not have the prerequisites for reading the prerequisites.

It is the duty of all teachers, and of teachers of mathematics in particular, to expose their students to problems much more than to facts.

Applied mathematics will always need pure mathematics just as anteaters will always need ants.

Mathematics is not a deductive science - that's a cliché... What you do is trial and error, experimentation, guesswork.

Mathematics - this may surprise or shock some - is never deductive in creation.

Mother is a verb. It's something you do. Not just who you are.

Again and again I will suffer

I'm so patriotic, I think every British kid should have a chance to grow up to be our head of state.

I have everything in the world that is necessary to happiness--good faith, good friends, and all the work I can possibly do.

Fear to fear. Be afraid to be afraid. Your worst enemy is within your own bosom. Get to your knees and cry for help, and then rise up saying, 'I will trust, and not be afraid.'

Sometimes a slow gradual approach does more good than a large gesture.

I'm like Bush, I see the world more like checkers than chess.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

People say get a job doing something you love. So far no one has offered to hire me to eat Whoppers with a switchblade.

What was once easy became confused and hard, which brings us back to the mystic question, who is God?