Too much of anything is a mistake, as the man said when his wife presented him with four new healthy children in one day. We should practice moderati… - Jerome K. Jerome

That is just the way with Memory; nothing that she brings to us is complete. She is a willful child; all her toys are broken. I remember tumbling into a huge dust-hole when a very small boy, but I have not the faintest recollection of ever getting out again; and if memory were all we had to trust to, I should be compelled to believe I was there still.

I often arrive at quite sensible ideas and judgements, on the spur of the moment. It is when I stop to think that I become foolish.

I like work. it fascinates me. I can sit and stare at it for hours