Mostly I Sit At Home

There's All Sorts Of Things I Was Always Meaning To Get Around To - Learning To Play The Flute, Calculating The Square Root Of Nought, Going Mad - But I Just Didn't Have The Time.

I Don't Read The Sunday Papers; Or The Dailies, Either

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

After All, What Else Is Scientific Enquiry Of Any Sort Other Than A Controlled Version Of Banging One's Head Against The Universe Until Something Gives?

Telling Lies Is A Bit Like Tiling Bathrooms - If You Don't Know How To Do It Properly, It's Best Not To Try.