**Godfrey Harold “G. H.” Hardy**FRS (7 February 1877 – 1 December 1947) was a prominent English mathematician

, known for his achievements in number theory

and mathematical analysis

.

He is usually known by those outside the field of mathematics for his essay

from 1940 on the aesthetics of mathematics,

*A Mathematician's ApologyA Mathematician's ApologyA Mathematician's Apology is a 1940 essay by British mathematician G. H. Hardy. It concerns the aesthetics of mathematics with some personal content, and gives the layman an insight into the mind of a working mathematician.-Summary:...*

, which is often considered one of the best insights into the mind of a working mathematician written for the layman

.

Starting in 1914, he was the mentor of the Indian mathematician Srinivasa Ramanujan

, a relationship that has become celebrated.

Reductio ad absurdum, which Euclid loved so much, is one of a mathematician's finest weapons. It is a far finer gambit than any chess play: a chess player may offer the sacrifice of a pawn or even a piece, but a mathematician offers the game.

... there is no scorn more profound, or on the whole more justifiable, than that of the men who make for the men who explain. Exposition, criticism, appreciation, is work for second-rate minds.

I am interested in mathematics only as a creative art.

A mathematician, like a painter or poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.

A painter makes patterns with shapes and colours, a poet with words. A painting may embody an ‘idea’, but the idea is usually commonplace and unimportant. In poetry, ideas count for a good deal more; but, [...] the importance of ideas in poetry is habitually exaggerated: '... Poetry is no the thing said but a way of saying it.' [In poetry,] the poverty of the ideas seems hardly to affect the beauty of the verbal pattern.

The mathematician’s patterns, like the painter’s or the poet’s must be beautiful; the ideas like the colours or the words, must fit together in a harmonious way. Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics.

Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not. "Immortality" may be a silly word, but probably a mathematician has the best chance of whatever it may mean.

No discovery of mine has made, or is likely to make, for good or ill, the least difference to the amenity of the world.