Hot dogs: feeding the hand that bites it.
Laurence J. Peter
29 June 2009 |
22:03 |
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Abraham Lincoln
As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master.
28 June 2009 |
21:06 |
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As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master.
Charles II
I’m definitely the best king in England at the moment.
26 June 2009 |
21:27 |
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I’m definitely the best king in England at the moment.
Freeman Dyson
The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.
25 June 2009 |
18:16 |
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The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.
H L Mencken
Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
24 June 2009 |
16:30 |
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Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
Richard Clopton
Clopton’s Law: For every credibility gab, there is a gullibility fill.
22 June 2009 |
21:33 |
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Clopton’s Law: For every credibility gab, there is a gullibility fill.
Ammon Hennacy
Being a pacifist between wars is as easy as being a vegetarian between meals.
21 June 2009 |
13:14 |
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Being a pacifist between wars is as easy as being a vegetarian between meals.
Horace Mann
A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering cold iron.
20 June 2009 |
21:07 |
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A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering cold iron.
Otto von Bismarck
He who is not a socialist at 19, has no heart. He who is still a socialist at 30, has no brain.
17 June 2009 |
21:12 |
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He who is not a socialist at 19, has no heart. He who is still a socialist at 30, has no brain.
Edgar Allan Poe
A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
15 June 2009 |
20:50 |
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A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
R M Rilke
He was a poet and hated the approximate.
9 June 2009 |
21:15 |
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He was a poet and hated the approximate.
P G Wodehouse
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.
7 June 2009 |
20:10 |
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He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.