Gentlemen, We Have Run Out Of Money.

I Must Confess It Was Very Unexpected And I Am Very Startled At My Metamorphosis Into A Chemist.

Splitting The Atom Is Like Trying To Shoot A Gnat In The Albert Hall At Night And Using Ten Million Rounds Of Ammunition On The Off Chance Of Getting It. That Should Convince You That The Atom Will Always Be A Sink Of Energy And Never A Reservoir Of Energy.

I Have To Keep Going, As There Are Always People On My Track. I Have To Publish My Present Work As Rapidly As Possible In Order To Keep In The Race. The Best Sprinters In This Road Of Investigation Are Becquerel And The Curies.

Don't Let Me Catch Anyone Talking About The Universe In My Department.

We Haven't Got The Money, So We've Got To Think.