Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no man can hasten or retard.

Out of nothing I have created a strange new universe.

One must do no violence to nature, nor model it in conformity to any blindly formed chimera.

Mathematical discoveries, small or great are never born of spontaneous generation.

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is. - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),

Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.