They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.

Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

Design and technology should be the subject where mathematical brainboxes and science whizzkids turn their bright ideas into useful products.

A scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.

Evolution is a bankrupt speculative philosophy, not a scientific fact.

I don't look for bliss, just contentment.