“Don’t disturb my circles!”

Give me but a firm spot on which to stand, and I shall move the earth.

Man has always learned from past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse.

There are things which seem incredible to most men who have not studied mathematics.

Mathematics reveals its secrets only to those who approach it with pure love, for its own beauty.

Rise above oneself and grasp the world.

Give me a place to stand, and a lever long enough, and I will move the world.

Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world.

He who knows how to speak, knows also when.

Those who claim to discover everything but produce no proofs of the same may be confused as having actually pretended to discover the impossible.

Give me a place to stand, and I will move the Earth.

Fellow, stand away from my diagram.

It’s a great life, and Margaret and I are going to stay put above the Arctic Circle where we’re happy.

I’m conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There’s hardly a day that goes past on which I don’t write poetry.

It’s true that the Federal Reserve faces a lot of political pressure and is unpopular in many circles.

To refrain from storytelling is perhaps one of the highest forms of respect we can pay. Those people, with no stories to circle them, can die without being misunderstood.

It was a real surprise to me to come across the evidence that Christianity might once have been a danced religion. Certainly, some of the early church leaders thought this was great and spoke of what seems to have been circle dancing, perhaps around an altar.

Evolutionary circles are one of the key social forms in which people are connecting and can connect to make a difference throughout the world.

When he gets mad, it’s like he’s in another world. He’ll look at you with those big eyes and they’ll be going around in circles.

[T]here is only one large circle that we march in, around and around, each of us with our own little picture — in front of us — our own little mirage that we think is the future.