With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.

I decided to sell my drawings. However, I didn't want people to buy my drawings because the professor of physics isn't supposed to be able to draw - isn't that wonderful - so I made up a false name.

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

The math is dead simple: it seems that the frequency of planets able to support life is roughly one percent. In other words, a billion or more such worlds exist in our galaxy alone. That's a lot of acreage, and it takes industrial-strength credulity to believe it's all bleakly barren.