Once the anchor of reason has been cut, one's craft may go anywhere. One may become a St Francis or equally a Hitler.

To think at its best is to find oneself carried down the current of necessity.

When the man who knows all about the fruit fly chromosomes finds himself sitting next to an authority on Beowulf... there may be an uneasy silence.

Shakespeare without Othello, Lear, Macbeth and Hamlet would be all too much like Hamlet without the prince.

Most men live like raisins in a cake of custom.

Love is a renewable resource