Music Is The Best Means We Have

Adjectives Are The Potbelly Of Poetry.

How Happy The Lot Of The Mathematician. He Is Judged Solely By His Peers, And The Standard Is So High That No Colleague Or Rival Can Ever Win A Reputation He Does Not Deserve.

We Are All Here On Earth To Help Others; What On Earth The Others Are Here For I Don't Know.

Hunger Allows No Choice.

A Professor Is Someone Who Talks In Someone Else's Sleep.