“A mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems.” — Paul Erdős
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Thought on autumn – Gondolat az őszről
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” — Albert Camus
Personal challenge – Személyes kihívás
Before I started my blog, like any good intellectual, I did in depth research. I wanted to know everything about blogs. I checked out many of them in different categories and my feelings were mixed. Sometimes I thought I could also do it, at some other times I felt it wasn’t for me – blogging was the game of the younger generation.
Thought on discovery – A felfedezésről
“Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen and thinking what nobody has thought.” — Albert Szent-Györgyi
Looking ahead in 2015 – Mi várható 2015-re
The beauty of the number 18 in my life – A 18 szépsége az életemben
Some of us are fascinated with numbers and we see beauty in them, but maybe don’t know to explain easily why, or what numbers actually are.
Thought on wisdom – A bölcsességről
“Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the life-long attempt to acquire it.” — Albert Einstein
The yellow beauty of fall – Az ősz sárga szépsége
I dream of coloured inks. Of every kind.
Thought on the purpose of education – Az oktatásról
“Most people are mirrors, reflecting the moods and emotions of the times; few are windows, bringing light to bear on the dark corners where troubles fester. The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.” — Sydney J. Harris
55 things you can do for yourself – 55 jó tanács
Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about how to make the most out of my days. Realizing that everything we go through in our lives lead us to the priceless moments of living, we should focus on not missing them. And we shouldn’t make our lives complicated.
Thought on the power of one – Az egyén ereje
“As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world […] as in being able to remake ourselves.” — Mahatma Gandhi
Thought on the human porcupine – Emberek és sündisznók
“A number of porcupines huddled together for warmth on a cold day in winter; but, as they began to prick one another with their quills, they were obliged to disperse. However the cold drove them together again, when just the same thing happened.