“I was rather foolish in saying that I did not like arithmetic and to learn figures when I did – I was not thinking quite what I was about. The sums can be done better, if I tried, than they are.”

I shall, in due time, be a Poet.

That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal; as time will show.

The more I study, the more insatiable do I feel my genius for it to be.

Forget this world and all its troubles and if possible its multitudinous Charlatans– everything in short but the Enchantress of Numbers.

I am much pleased to find how very well I stand work & how my powers of attention & continued effort increase.

I believe myself to possess a most singular combination of qualities exactly fitted to make me pre-eminently a discoverer of the hidden realities of nature.

As soon as I have got flying to perfection, I have got a scheme about a steam engine.

What is imagination? It is a God-like, a noble faculty. It renders earth tolerable, it teaches us to live, in the tone of the eternal.

I am in a charming state of confusion.

We may say most aptly that the Analytical Engine weaves algebraical patterns just as the Jacquard loom weaves flowers and leaves.

If you can’t give me poetry, can’t you give me poetical science?

The intellectual, the moral, the religious seem to me all naturally bound up and interlinked together in one great and harmonious whole.

Understand well as I may, my comprehension can only be an infinitesimal fraction of all I want to understand.

I don’t wish to be without my brains, tho’ they doubtless interfere with a blind faith which would be very comfortable.

The Analytical Engine has no pretensions whatever to originate anything. It can do whatever we know how to order it to perform.

One essential object is to choose that arrangement which shall tend to reduce to a minimum the time necessary for completing the calculation.

War is a foolish, childish, animalistic, unthinking, unintelligent way of trying to accomplish a purpose.

There is nothing more foolish, nothing more given to outrage than a useless mob.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subjugated races to possess arms.

They call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Don’t confuse my kindness for foolishness. Understanding and forgiveness are two different things.

Foolish if i trust one who has already shown themselves untrustworthy.