There are just
two kinds of
people in
the world. Those
who ask the
questions and
those who think
they know all
the answers.
There are just
two kinds of
people in
the world. Those
who ask the
questions and
those who think
they know all
the answers.
If the world
was about to
be hit by a
giant asteroid,
which would
smash the planet
into pieces,
destroying all life
except
tardigrades,
there would be
people selling
tickets for the
best vantage point
from where to
see it coming.
Once upon a
time I used to
say “Oh, if only
I was twenty
years younger”.
Now, suddenly
it seems, I
have to say
”Oh, if only
I was fifty
years younger.”
Patterns of
light and shade
give structure
to scenes,
and to
our lives.
Oh, those old
university
lecturers
of mine. How
ancient
they were, fossils
lecturing
about fossils.
Why they must
have been at
least forty
years old, some
even fifty!
The shelves of
the World’s
libraries
are filled with
millions of
books by unknown
people who
thought writing
a book would bring
immortality.
The last stage
of old age
is where you
have run out
of people
who haven’t
heard all your
anecdotes.
I doubt the
benefit of
giving most
people the
benefit of
the doubt
Every
family
has closets
packed full of
skeletons,
but some rattle
more loudly
than others
There is a real world
described by science;
and then there are
many imaginary worlds,
described by religion,
and politics,
and astrology,
and the media,
and psychics,
and economists,
and ideology,
and common
sense.