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of imagination where much human ignorance is comforted, etc., we can always
find the track and language of mathematics.
All through history, many diligent plowers of the great scientific garden have
cultivated today’s magnificent mathematical foliage. Mathematics is not like any
other theories in history, which have faded as time goes on and for which new
foundations and new fashions have had to be designed by coming generations in
order to study new problems. History and reality have repeatedly showed that
mathematical foliage is always young and flourishing.
Although mathematical abstraction has frightened many people, many unrec-
ognized truths in mathematics have astonished truth pursuers by its sagacity. In
fact, mathematics is a splendid abstractionism with the capacity to describe, in-
vestigate and predict the world. First, let us see how some of the greatest thinkers
in history have enjoyed the beauty of mathematics.
Philosopher Bertrand Russell (Moritz, 1942):
Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a
beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our
weaker nature, without the gorgeous trappings of painting and music, yet sublimely
pure, and capable of a true perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The
true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than man, which is
the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely
as in poetry. What is best in mathematics deserves not merely to be learned as a
task, but to be assimilated as a part of daily thought, and brought again and again
before the mind with ever-renewed encouragement. Real life is, to most men, a
long second-best, a perpetual compromise between the real and the possible; but
the world of pure reason knows no compromise, no practical limitations, no barrier
to the creative activity embodying in splendid edifices the passionate aspiration
after the perfect from which all great work springs. Remote from human passions,
remote even from the pitiful facts of nature, the generations have gradually created
an ordered cosmos, where pure thought can dwell as in its natural home, and where
one, at least, of our nobler impulses can escape from the dreary exile of the natural
world.
Mathematician Henri Poincare (Moritz, 1942):
it [mathematics] ought to incite the philosopher to search into the notions of number,
space, and time; and, above all, adepts find in mathematics delights analogous to
those that painting and music give. They admire the delicate harmony of number
and forms; they are amazed when a new discovery discloses for them an unlooked
for perspective; and the joy they thus experience, has it not the esthetic character
although the senses take no part in it? Only the privileged few are called to enjoy
it fully, it is true; but is it not the same with all the noblest arts?
Organically arranged colors show us the beautiful landscape of nature so
that we more ardently love the land on which we were brought up. Animated
combinations of musical notes sometimes bring us to somewhere between the sky
with rolling black clouds and the ocean with roaring tides, and sometimes comfort