I Am One Of Those People Who

I Am One Of Those People Who Are Blessed, Or Cursed, With A Nature Which Has To Interfere. If I See A Thing That Needs Doing I Do It

When Mr. William Faraday Sat Down To Write His Memoirs After Fifty-eight Years Of Blameless Inactivity He Found The Work Of Inscribing The History Of His Life Almost As Tedious As Living It Had Been, And So, Possessing A Natural Invention Coupled With A Gift For Locating The Easier Path, He Began To Prevaricate A Little Upon The Second Page, Working His Way Up To Downright Lying On The Sixth And Subsequent Folios.

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.

But There Are Roughly Two Sorts Of Informed People, Aren't There? People Who Start Off Right By Observing The Pitfalls And Mistakes And Going Round Them, And The People Who Fall Into Them And Get Out And Know They're There Because Of That. They Both Come To The Same Conclusions But They Don't Have Quite The Same Point Of View.

Only The United Beat Of Sex And Heart Can Create Ecstasy.