Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.

The true nature of science is very creative, full of uncertainties…

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.

He has a capacity for enjoyment so vast that he gives away great chunks to those about him, and never even misses them. . . . He can take you to a bicycle race and make it raise your hair.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone?

A: You can't hear an enzyme.