Life Is Like A Piano. What You

There's Ten Stuffed Heads In My Trophy Room Right Now, Two Game Wardens, Seven Hunters, And A Cow.

Don't Write Naughty Words On The Wall If You Can't Spell!

I Find Enough Mystery In Mathematics To Satisfy My Spiritual Needs. I Think, For Example, That Pi Is Mysterious Enough (don't Get Me Started!) Without Having To Worry About God. Or If Pi Isn't Enough, How About Fractals? Or Quantum Mechanics?

I Always Like To Make Explicit The Fact That Before I Went Off Not Too Long Ago To Fight In The Trenches, I Was A Mathematician By Profession. I Don't Like People To Get The Idea That I Have To Do This For A Living. I Mean, It Isn't As Though I Had To Do This, You Know, I Could Be Making, Oh, Three Thousand Dollars A Year Just Teaching.

The Poor Folks Hate The Rich Folks, And The Rich Folks Hate The Poor Folks. All Of My Folks Hate All Of Your Folks, It's American As Apple Pie.