Hope Jahren Quotes

Even a very little girl can wield a slide rule, the cursor serving as a haft.

Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics.

Ninety feet between the bases is the nearest thing to perfection that man has yet achieved.

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

A ruler isn't always straight.

When I was little, I carried a book of times tables around everywhere and always tried to get the best score. I like the fact that you don't need any tools, only your head. I also enjoy rules and, with maths, you are either right or wrong.

Even the details of a rifle, which are nothing but mechanical, if they are made carefully, with attention, become beautiful, satisfying.

God ever geometrizes.

Geometry is the archetype of the beauty of the world.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

Perfection is crucial in building an aircraft, a bridge, or a high-speed train. The code and mathematics residing just below the surface of the Internet is also this way. Things are either perfectly right or they will not work. So much of the world we work and live in is based upon being correct, being perfect.

Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.

Accuracy is essential to beauty.

Beauty is not required. Beauty is accuracy's distraction.

Metrical geometry is thus a part of descriptive geometry, and descriptive geometry is all geometry.

An inch in a miss is as good as an ell.

Every little detail to every little movement must be perfect. Perfection in movement.

At Gatling-gun tempo word-perfect the first time out. the journalistic equivalent of a high-wire front somersault without a net.

An equation is a prophecy that always comes true.

There is no mistake; there has been no mistake; and there shall be no mistake.

When I practiced, I practiced to get it right.

The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh.

No person will deny that the highest degree of attainable accuracy is an object to be desired, and it is generally found that the last advances towards precision require a greater devotion of time, labour, and expense, than those which precede them.