Archive for November, 2005

From Mother Goose

« 30 November 2005 | 6:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The North Wind Doth Blow The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin do then, Poor thing? He’ll sit in a barn, To keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.



Joseph Heller

« 29 November 2005 | 8:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes failure.



George Eliot

« 28 November 2005 | 6:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I’m proof against that word failure. I’ve seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.



Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower

« 27 November 2005 | 9:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake.



Hilaire Belloc

« 26 November 2005 | 8:52 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Tarantella Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under the vine of the […]



Henry David Thoreau

« 25 November 2005 | 10:45 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To affect the quality of the day, that is the art of life.



William of Occam

« 24 November 2005 | 8:51 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is the most likely to be correct.



Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

« 23 November 2005 | 13:46 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?



Godfrey Hardy

« 21 November 2005 | 15:48 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

317 is a prime, not because we think so, or because our minds are shaped in one way rather than another, but because it is so, because mathematical reality is built that way.



William Thackeray

« 20 November 2005 | 8:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.



Theodore Roethke

« 19 November 2005 | 11:49 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s […]



Ursula K. Le Guin

« 18 November 2005 | 8:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty, not knowing what comes next.



Ralph Waldo Emerson

« 17 November 2005 | 7:40 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Insist on yourself; never imitate.



Stephen Crane

« 16 November 2005 | 7:14 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”



Seneca

« 15 November 2005 | 7:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I persist on praising not the life I lead, but that which I ought to lead. I follow it at a mighty distance, crawling.



Mary Pickford

« 14 November 2005 | 6:48 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

This thing that we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.



Thomas Alva Edison

« 13 November 2005 | 7:44 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.



Jorge Luis Borges

« 12 November 2005 | 12:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To a Coin Cold and stormy the night I sailed from Montevideo. As we rounded the Cerro, I threw from the upper deck a coin that glinted and winked out in the muddy water, a gleam of light swallowed by time and darkness. I felt I had committed an irrevocable act, adding to the history […]



Homer Adkins

« 11 November 2005 | 3:00 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Basic research is like shooting an arrow in the air and, where it lands, painting a target



E E Cummings

« 10 November 2005 | 7:01 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.



William Blake

« 9 November 2005 | 6:46 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Three Things to Remember A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make a cherub cease to sing. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.



E E Cummings

« 8 November 2005 | 6:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.



Erich Fried

« 7 November 2005 | 1:05 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

What it is It is madness says reason It is what it is says love It is unhappiness says caution It is nothing but pain says fear It has no future says insight It is what it is says love It is ridiculous says pride It is foolish says caution It is impossible says experience […]



George Orwell

« 6 November 2005 | 6:20 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

At this moment a man, presumably carrying a message to an officer, jumped out of the trench and ran along the top of the parapet in full view. He was half-dressed and was holding up his trousers with both hands as he ran. I refrained from shooting at him. It is true that I am […]



Constantine P. Cavafy

« 5 November 2005 | 6:33 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are to arrive today. Why such inaction in the Senate? Why do the Senators sit and pass no laws? Because the barbarians are to arrive today. What laws can the Senators pass any more? When the barbarians come they will […]



Albert Einstein

« 4 November 2005 | 7:03 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

When asked to describe radio. You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference […]



Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

« 3 November 2005 | 7:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if it were possible, speak a few reasonable words.



J K Galbraith

« 1 November 2005 | 5:53 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Faced with the choice between changing one’s mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof.