[T]he pursuit of mathematics is a divine madness of the human spirit. - Alfred North Whitehead

Any physical object which by its influence deteriorates its environment, commits suicide.

It does not emphasize the ruling Caesar, or the ruthless moralist, or the unmoved mover. It dwells upon the tender elements in the world, which slowly and in quietness operates by love; and it finds purpose in the present immediacy of a kingdom not of this world. Love neither rules, nor is it unmoved; also it is a little oblivious as to morals. It does not look to the future; for it finds its own reward in the immediate present

It is a safe rule to apply that, when a mathematical or philosophical author writes with a misty profundity, he is talking nonsense.