All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Any chance beats no chance.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

And here is our girl, looking-- If possible, worse than before. (You thought this was Cinderella transistorized?)