Being Busy Does Not Always Mean Real

Most Of My Ideas Belonged To Other People Who Never Bothered To Develop Them.

Even Though I Am Nearly Deaf, I Seem To Be Gifted With A Kind Of Inner Hearing Which Enables Me To Detect Sounds And Noises Which The Ordinary Person Does Not Hear.

I Cannot Believe In The Immortality Of The Soul. No, All This Talk Of An Existence For Us, As Individuals, Beyond The Grave Is Wrong. It Is Born Of Our Tenacity Of Life - Our Desire To Go On Living - Our Dread Of Coming To An End.

I Never Pick Up An Item Without Thinking Of How I Might Improve It.

A Good Idea Is Never Lost. Even Though Its Originator Or Possessor May Die, It Will Someday Be Reborn In The Mind Of Another.