I wrote a great deal... but very little of any importance; there are not more than four of five papers which I can still remember with some satisfaction.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the author's realization that much of their written work lacks significance, highlighting the importance of quality over quantity.
G. H. Hardy's quote expresses a candid acknowledgment of his own literary output, suggesting that despite writing extensively, he only values a handful of his works. This introspection reveals a deeper philosophical perspective on the nature of achievement and the fleeting nature of recognition, emphasizing that it is not the volume of work that defines its worth but the impact and significance of a few select pieces.
In practice
In a motivational speech discussing the value of meaningful contributions.
A chess problem is genuine mathematics, but it is in some way "trivial" mathematics. However, ingenious and intricate, however original and surprising the moves, there is something essential lacking. Chess problems are unimportant. The best mathematics is serious as well as beautiful-"important" if you like, but the word is very ambiguous, and "serious" expresses what I mean much better.
Mathematics is not a contemplative but a creative subject; no one can draw much consolation from it when he has lost the power or the desire to create; and that is apt to happen to a mathematician rather soon. It is a pity, but in that case he does not matter a great deal anyhow, and it would be silly to bother about him.
Exposition, criticism, appreciation, is work for second-rate minds.
It is hardly possible to maintain seriously that the evil done by science is not altogether outweighed by the good. For example, if ten million lives were lost in every war, the net effect of science would still have been to increase the average length of life.
Real mathematics must be justified as art if it can be justified at all.
If intellectual curiosity, professional pride, and ambition are the dominant incentives to research, then assuredly no one has a fairer chance of gratifying them than a mathematician.
But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed, while others reap and sow in his stead.
probably the greatest concentration of talent and genius in this house except for perhaps those times when Thomas Jefferson ate alone.
The ego is a subtle wall around you. It does not allow anybody to enter into you. You feel protected, secure, but this security is deathlike. It is the security of the plant inside the seed. The plant is afraid to sprout because - who knows? The world is so hazardous and the plant will be so soft, so fragile. Behind the wall of the seed, hiding inside the cell, everything is protected.
The great mystery isn't that people do things badly but that they occasionally do a few things well. The only thing that is universal is incompetence. Strength is always specific! Nobody ever commented, for example, that the great violinist Jascha Heifetz probably couldn't play the trumpet very well.
To see the best before I have properly begun would be somewhat premature.
You wish to see; listen. Hearing is a step toward Vision.
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