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“It is a safe rule to apply that, when a mathematical or philosophical author writes with a misty profundity, he is talking nonsense.”

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Alfred North Whitehead

Alfred North Whitehead was a British mathematician, philosopher, born on February 15, 1861, and died on December 30, 1947. He is known for his contributions to mathematics, logic, philosophy, and the philosophy of science, particularly for his co-authorship of 'Principia Mathematica' with Bertrand Russell. more

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