The people who taught really knew their stuff. My chemistry teacher, Frank Wade, was actually a chemist. I was so lucky in a number of ways.

American Rifleman and Field & Stream had ads for "varmint guns." Another varmint was a ground hog because a horse would be going along and he'd stick his foot in a ground hog hole and break his leg. So we were trying to prevent that, too. But we finally scared ourselves. We didn't realize we were nuts.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.

I had taught myself that a human being might as well look for diamond tiaras in the gutter as for rewards and punishments that were fair.

My god-life! who can understand eve one little minute of it? 'don't try' he said 'just pretend you understand.

You have to go, but I have to stay.