The mystery of that damn virus has been generated by the $2 billion a year they spend on it.

Scientists are doing an awful lot of damage to the world in the name of helping it. I don't mind attacking my own fraternity because I am ashamed of it.

You can't ask your pharmacist to stock larger quantities of potassium nitrate because you want to make a bigger rocket.

Science consistently produces a new crop of miraculous truths and dazzling devices every year.

I'm really optimistic in the mornings.

Science grows like a weed every year.

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.