If Every Day In The Life Of

What We Call Creative Work, Ought Not To Be Called Work At All, Because It Isn't. I Imagine That Thomas Edison Never Did A Day's Work In His Last Fifty Years.

In Ancient Times They Had No Statistics So They Had To Fall Back On Lies.

The English Are Terribly Lazy About Fighting. They Like To Get It Over And Done With And Then Set Up A Game Of Cricket.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.

It Was Einstein Who Made The Real Trouble. He Announced In 1905 That There Was No Such Thing As Absolute Rest. After That There Never Was.