Action is no less necessary than thought to the instinctive tendencies of the human frame.

Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.

Evolution has ensured that our brains just aren't equipped to visualise 11 dimensions directly. However, from a purely mathematical point of view it's just as easy to think in 11 dimensions, as it is to think in three or four.

Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.