The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.

People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

I wouldn't trust you with a bucket of water if my knickers were on fire!

Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.

Creatures which, lacking mankind's superior brain power, did not concern themselves with finding someone to blame, and instead tried to find someone to eat.

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

I reckon that Stonehege was build by the contemporary equivalent of Microsoft, whereas Avebury was definitely an Apple circle.