“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.”

–Albert Einstein

“Mathematics may not teach us to add love or subtract hate, but it gives us hope that every problem has a solution.”

–Snoop Dog

“Mathematics is not about numbers, equations, computations, or algorithms: it is about understanding.”

–William Paul Thurston

“Mathematics is not about numbers, equations, computations, or algorithms: it is about understanding.”

–William Paul Thurston

“Mathematics is a place where you can do things which you can't do in the real world.”

–Marcus du Sautoy

“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.”

–Albert Einstein

“Mathematics, as much as music or any other art, is one of the means by which we rise to a complete self-consciousness. The significance of mathematics resides precisely in the fact that it is an art; by informing us of the nature of our own minds it informs us of much that depends on our minds”

–John William Navin Sullivan

“Truth is ever to be found in the simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.”

–Isaac Newton

“Without mathematics, there’s nothing you can do. Everything around you is mathematics. Everything around you is numbers.”

–Shakuntala Devi

I AM about to appear very inconsistent. In previous sections I have said that all figures in Flatland present the appearance of a straight line; and it was added or implied, that it is consequently impossible to distinguish by the visual organ between individuals of different classes: yet now I am about to explain to my Spaceland critics how we are able to recognize one another by the sense of sight.

If however the Reader will take the trouble to refer to the passage in which Recognition by Feeling is stated to be universal, he will find this qualification - "among the lower classes." It is only among the higher classes and in our temperate climates that Sight Recognition is practised.

That this power exists in any regions and for any classes is the result of Fog; which prevails during the greater part of the year in all parts save the torrid zones. That which is with you in Spaceland an unmixed evil, blotting out the landscape, depressing the spirits, and enfeebling the health, is by us recognized as a blessing scarcely inferior to air itself, and as the Nurse of arts and Parent of sciences. But let me explain my meaning, without further eulogies on this beneficent Element.

If Fog were non-existent, all lines would appear equally and indistinguishably clear; and this is actually the case in those unhappy countries in which the atmosphere is perfectly dry and. transparent. But wherever there is a rich supply of Fog objects that are at a distance, say of three feet, are appreciably dimmer than those at a distance of two feet eleven inches; and the result is that by careful and constant experimental observation of comparative dimness and clearness, we are enabled to infer with great exactness the configuration of the object observed.

An instance will do more than a volume of generalities to make my meaning clear.

Suppose I see two individuals approaching whose rank I wish to ascertain. They are, we will suppose, a Merchant and a Physician, or in other words, an Equilateral Triangle and a Pentagon: how am I to distinguish them?

By: Edwin A. Abbott - Exercept from, "Flatland - A Romance of Many Dimensions"