There are some places which, seen for the first time, yet seem to strike a chord of recollection. "I have been here before," we think to ourselves, "and this is one of my true homes." It is no mystery for those philosophers who hold that all which we shall see, with all which we have seen and are seeing, exists already in an eternal now; that all those places are home to us which in the pattern of our life are twisting, in past, present and future, tendrils of remembrance round our heart-strings.

Between what matters and what seems to matter, how should the world we know judge wisely?

That is almost the definition of any friendship that is worthwhile - that we don't care a damn how you behave yourself.

Sir Humphrey Davy Abominated gravy. He lived in the odium Of having discovered sodium. Said to have been written as a schoolboy during a chemistry class at St. Paul's School.

George theThird Ought never to have occurred. One can only wonder At so grotesque a blunder.

The art of biography is different from geography. Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.

I know, if anyone does - all research workers know - how much is missed that really matters because reports have to be written in officialese. They have to be, because a lot of us can't take anything seriously unless you make it dull for them.