Liberal arts will always seem to carry forward messages which are unpalatable to a mathematician, except rules of language and the enactment of equal rights.

I probably did drugs and injured my brain so that I could love liberal arts and get the full breadth of life.
Now I find once again its inexactness revolting.
All their words are dependent on the right feeling, at the right time, in the right place.

It is so true that I write my own narrative, and it won't be until my last breath that my highest ideal is vindicated.