I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you wake in the morning.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.