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

I shall, in due time, be a Poet.

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?

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.

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.

Let’s give this one more try. My brain’s having contractions from those late-night interactions.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them – the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.

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

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

Whoever does not miss the Soviet Union has no heart. Whoever wants it back has no brain.

I’m not saying I’m gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.

Two key ingredients in any successful chef: a quick learner and someone with a sharp brain.