Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Nothing shocks me. I'm a scientist.
This is the devilish thing about foreign affairs: They are foreign and will not always conform to our whim.
The world is my lobster.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
The vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.
Someday I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That's how rich I want to be.
I don't even butter my bread. I consider that cooking.
Many people would sooner die than think. In fact, they do so.
The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.