Publishers Don't Nurse You; They Buy And

A Picnic May Well Be A Metaphor For Life. The Essentials For Happiness Are The Right Company, Moderate If Sanguine Expectations And A Reasonable Standard Of Physical Sustenance And Comfort, The Whole Being Bedeviled By The Belief That There Is Always Something Better To Be Had If Only One Presses On.

There Comes A Time When Every Scientist, Even God, Has To Write Off An Experiment.

Not So Much Two Ships Passing In The Night As Two Ships Sailing Together For A Time But Always Bound For Different Ports.

History, Which Interprets The Past To Understand The Present And Confront The Future Is The Least Rewarding Discipline For A Dying Species.

You Never Forget The People Who Were Kind To You In Childhood, Do You, Sir?