There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.
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Goethe
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30 June 2005 |
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Piet Hein
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29 June 2005 |
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Wisdom Is -
Wisdom is
the booby prize
given when you’ve been
unwise.
Wisdom Is -
Wisdom is
the booby prize
given when you’ve been
unwise.
Euclid
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28 June 2005 |
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Proof. Suppose that p1=2 < p2 = 3 < … < pr are all of the primes. Let P = p1p2…pr+1 and let p be a prime dividing P; then p can not be any of p1, p2, …, pr, otherwise p would divide the difference P-p1p2…pr=1, which is impossible. So this prime p is […]
Proof. Suppose that p1=2 < p2 = 3 < … < pr are all of the primes. Let P = p1p2…pr+1 and let p be a prime dividing P; then p can not be any of p1, p2, …, pr, otherwise p would divide the difference P-p1p2…pr=1, which is impossible. So this prime p is […]
Lewis Caroll
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27 June 2005 |
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“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice.
“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!”
“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice.
“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!”
Friedrich Nietzsche
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26 June 2005 |
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
Guillevic
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25 June 2005 |
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Elegies
He probably held too tightly
(In the palm of his hand,
Looking out on the sea)
To the sand the wind
Was taking, grain by grain –
He who is held by the fear
Of becoming mist.
Il aura trop tenu
Dans le fond de sa paume
En face de la mer
Du sable que le vent
Y prenait grain par grain
Celui que tient la peur
De […]
Elegies
He probably held too tightly
(In the palm of his hand,
Looking out on the sea)
To the sand the wind
Was taking, grain by grain –
He who is held by the fear
Of becoming mist.
Il aura trop tenu
Dans le fond de sa paume
En face de la mer
Du sable que le vent
Y prenait grain par grain
Celui que tient la peur
De […]
Plato
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24 June 2005 |
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Let no one enter who does not know geometry.
(inscription over the gate of his academy)
Let no one enter who does not know geometry.
(inscription over the gate of his academy)
Henry Adams
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23 June 2005 |
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No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
Roger McGough
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22 June 2005 |
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The Leader
I wanna be the leader
I wanna be the leader
Can I be the leader?
Can I? I can?
Promise? Promise?
Yippee I’m the leader
I’m the leader
OK what shall we do?
The Leader
I wanna be the leader
I wanna be the leader
Can I be the leader?
Can I? I can?
Promise? Promise?
Yippee I’m the leader
I’m the leader
OK what shall we do?
G K Chesterton
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21 June 2005 |
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An adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered, an inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.
An adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered, an inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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20 June 2005 |
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That man is idle who can do something better.
That man is idle who can do something better.
Katherine Mansfield
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19 June 2005 |
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The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.