Here’s a poem by mathematician and astronomer Omar Khayyam:
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
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A formal manipulator in mathematics often experiences the discomforting feeling that his pencil surpasses him in intelligence.
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