There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.

Creativity doesn't flourish in an atmosphere of despotism, coercion and fear.

Work did bestow dignity, status, meaning. Wasn't that why people dreaded unemployment, why some men found retirement so traumatic?

There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.

A picnic may well be a metaphor for life. The essentials for happiness are the right company, moderate if sanguine expectations and a reasonable standard of physical sustenance and comfort, the whole being bedeviled by the belief that there is always something better to be had if only one presses on.

Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.

Man is diminished if he lives without knowledge of his past; without hope of a future he becomes a beast.