To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

If Travel Has Taught Me Nothing More, And It Certainly Has, It's This: You Never Know When Some Trifling Incident, Utterly Without Significance, May Pitchfork You Into Adventure Or, By The Same Token, May Not.

If, At The Close Of Business Each Evening, I Myself Can Understand What I've Written, I Feel The Day Hasn't Been Totally Wasted.

I Guess I'm Just An Old Mad Scientist At Bottom. Give Me An Underground Laboratory, Half A Dozen Atom-smashers, And A Beautiful Girl In A Diaphanous Veil Waiting To Be Turned Into A Chimpanzee, And I Care Not Who Writes The Nation's Laws.

You'll Have To Leave My Meals On A Tray Outside The Door Because I'll Be Working Pretty Late On The Secret Of Making Myself Invisible, Which May Take Me Almost Until Eleven O'clock.

We Old Roosters Must Be Cautious. Don't Try To Outwit Your Arteries.