If I Had Foreseen Hiroshima And Nagasaki,

When We First Got Married, We Made A Pact. It Was This: In Our Life Together, It Was Decided I Would Make All Of The Big Decisions And My Wife Would Make All Of The Little Decisions. For Fifty Years, We Have Held True To That Agreement. I Believe That Is The Reason For The Success In Our Marriage. However, The Strange Thing Is That In Fifty Years, There Hasn’t Been One Big Decision.

If I Could Remember The Names Of All These Particles, I'd Be A Botanist.

I Have Become Rather Like King Midas, Except That Everything Turns Not Into Gold But Into A Circus.

Common Sense Is That Layer Of Prejudices Which We Acquire Before We Are Sixteen.

Genius Abhors Consensus Because When Consensus Is Reached, Thinking Stops. Stop Nodding Your Head.