A painstaking course in qualitative and quantitative analysis by John Wing gave me an appreciation of the need for, and beauty of, accurate measurement.

During my early years at Minnesota I conducted an evening enzyme seminar.

I participated on debating teams and in student government, and served as senior class president.

The experience reminds me of a favorite saying: Most of the yield from research efforts comes from the coal that is mined while looking for diamonds.

Family trips to Yellowstone and to what are now national parks in Southern Utah, driving the primitive roads and cars of that day, were real adventures.

An unexpected benefit of my career in biochemistry has been travel.

In marked contrast to the University of Wisconsin, Biochemistry was hardly visible at Stanford in 1945, consisting of only two professors in the chemistry department.

Mountain hikes instilled in me a life-long urge to get to the top of any inviting summit or peak.

The excitement of vitamins, nutrition and metabolism permeated the environment.

I am told that I had a bad temper, and remember being banished to the back hall until civility returned.

Over and over, expanding scientific knowledge has shown religious claims to be false.

The heart fools the mind, where eyes went deaf to words, that fell on blinded ears to easy to fall in love.

The drive to Santa Fe on I-25 is midly zen. There are public road signs that say "Gusty Winds May Exist". This seems more like lazy philosophy than travel advice.

Of course, you didn't want our help. Now I have to go beat up some soldier just to keep my ego intact.

All scholars are a bit mad. All obsessions are dangerous.

I'm always reading and looking around for the next thing.

Most women lament not the death of their lovers so much out of real affection for them, as because they would appear worthy of love.

The point has always been to make music, it's not like I've always been running a giant money making scheme.

The British playwright Nina Raine is one of her generation's most promising talents.

It's very rare that I play cool people. I'm not sure what that says about me.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?