Professors Of Theory Merely Hold Post-mortems.

Being A Specialist Is One Thing, Getting A Job Is Another.

It's A Lie, But Heaven Will Forgive You For It.

We Think Of The Noble Object For Which The Professor Appears Tonight, We May Be Assured That The Lord Will Forgive Any One Who Will Laugh At The Professor.

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.

My Parents Migrated To Canada In 1876, And I Decided To Go With Them.