The mathematician may be compared to a designer of garments, who is utterly
oblivious of the creatures whom his garments may fit. To be sure, his
art originated in the necessity for clothing such creatures, but this
was long ago; to this day a shape will occasionally appear which will
fit into the garment as if the garment had been made for it. Then there
is no end of surprise and delight.
It’s difficult to find a towel
When your face is full of soap
But, It’s easy to find a friend
When your heart is full of hope