The Greatest Mystery Of All Is The

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

What A Child Doesn't Receive He Can Seldom Later Give.

Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality.

Any Visitor To An Historic Country Town Or City Quickly Becomes Aware In His Or Her Peregrinations That The Most Attractive Houses In The Centre Are Invariably The Offices Of Lawyers.

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.