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.
Eugene 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 [...]