Nobody Who Looks As Though He Enjoyed

Curiosity Is Part Of The Cement That Holds Society Together.

The Wit Of A Graduate Student Is Like Champagne. Canadian Champagne.

I Have No Skills With Machines. I Fear Them, And Because I Cannot Help Attributing Human Qualities To Them, I Suspect That They Hate Me And Will Kill Me If They Can.

The Eye Sees Only What The Mind Is Prepared To Comprehend.

Moderation, The Golden Mean, The Aristonmetron, Is The Secret Of Wisdom And Of Happiness. But It Does Not Mean Embracing An Unadventurous Mediocrity; Rather It Is An Elaborate Balancing Act, A Feat Of Intellectual Skill Demanding Constant Vigilance. Its Aim Is A Reconciliation Of Opposites.