I see into minds, you see', the robot continued, 'and you have no idea how complicated they are. I can't begin to understand everything because my own mind has so little in common with them — but I try, and your novels help.

Loosely translated: With me, everything turns into mathematics.

All musicians are subconsciously mathematicians.

7. There are rational beings with mental powers surpassing those of humans who have a deeper insight into mathematics than we do.

[A]ll science as it grows towards perfection becomes mathematical in its ideas.

Mathematics is the queen of disciplines.... it will drive the nonsense out of your head!

God is a mathematician of a very high order and He used advanced mathematics in constructing the universe.

As his prick goes into her, he discovers the world. He knows the source of numbers, the path of the stars.

A geometrician has learned to perform the most difficult demonstrations and calculations, as a monkey has learned to take his little hat off and on...

She's qualified all right. She understands robots like a sister — comes from hating human beings so much, I think.

Out of a single man, they get a thousand: homo economicus, homo politicus, homo physico-chimicus, homo endocrinus, homo skeletonicus, homo emotions, homo percipiens, homo libidinosus, homo peregrinans, homo ridens, homo ratiocinans, homo artifex, homo aestbeticus, homo religiosus, homo sapiens, homo historicus, homo ethnographicus, and many, many more. But at the very end of the production line in this laboratory of mine sits a Scienter who is quite unique. Three thousand brains in one. His function is to collect all the data and clarifications written up by the specialist Scienters. When he has collated everything, he is convinced that he has clasped the red rabbit or the essential man entire to his understanding. There you are, you can see him from here,' he ended, with a sign to one of his assistants who brought me a pair of binoculars.

I put them to my eyes and, indeed, at the far end of the gallery, I saw the Omniscienter. There he was, an enormous cranial dome with a tiny, shapeless, crumpled face, which seemed to me to be hanging by the ears from the two ebony knobs on the back of a raised throne. Swinging to and fro beneath this head was a little cloth puppet which dangled its empty trouser legs over the crimson plush seat. His tiny right arm was kept aloft by means of a wire, and the index finger rested on his temple in the gesture of one who knows. Above the throne ran a banner bearing this inscription:

I KNOW EVERYTHING, BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANY OF IT

Everything is so arranged that the blind logic of mathematics executes the will of the most enlightened and free Mind.

She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The whole of arithmetic now appeared within the grasp of mechanism.