A neat and orderly laboratory is unlikely. It is, after all, so much a place of false starts and multiple attempts.
Any planet is 'Earth' to those that live on it.
Writing is my only interest. Even speaking is an interruption.
The final end of Eternity, and the beginning of Infinity
A subtle thought that is in error may yet give rise to fruitful inquiry that can establish truths of great value.
Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]