Archive for July, 2006

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

« 31 July 2006 | 7:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.



Karl Popper

« 30 July 2006 | 8:45 | Uncategorized | Comments Off »

Good tests kill flawed theories; we remain alive to guess again.



Charles Causley

« 29 July 2006 | 8:19 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

I Am the Song
I am the song that sings the bird.
I am the leaf that grows the land.
I am the tide that moves the moon.
I am the stream that halts the sand.
I am the cloud that drives the storm.
I am the earth that lights the sun.
I am the fire that strikes the stone.
I am the […]



A A Milne

« 28 July 2006 | 9:54 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.



Mark Twain

« 27 July 2006 | 11:15 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted;
persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished;
persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR.
warning at the front of “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”



John Von Neumann

« 26 July 2006 | 16:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There’s no sense in being precise when you don’t even know what you’re talking about.



Alfred, Lord Tennyson

« 25 July 2006 | 7:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Somebody
somebody being a nobody
thinking to look like somebody
says that he thought me nobody
good little somebody nobody
had you not known me somebody
would you have called me nobody



G K Chesterton

« 24 July 2006 | 6:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Cannot you […]



Bruce Cockburn

« 22 July 2006 | 8:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Mystery
You can’t tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
You can’t tell me there is no mystery
It’s everywhere I turn
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Can set my heart to burn
Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Stood before the shaman, […]



James Thurber

« 21 July 2006 | 6:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.



Kin Hubbard

« 20 July 2006 | 6:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A good listener is usually thinking about something else.



Nursery Rhyme for a Scientist

« 19 July 2006 | 6:59 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Twinkle twinkle little star,
I don’t wonder what you are.
For by spectographic ken,
I know you are hydrogen.