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 on Karl Popper »

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

Charles Causley

« 29 July 2006 | 8:19 | Uncategorized | 6 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 […]

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 […]

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.

Malcolm Muggeridge

« 18 July 2006 | 6:18 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I wonder whether, in the history of all the civilisations that have ever been, a more insanely optimistic notion has ever been entertained than that you and I, mortal, puny creatures, may yet aspire, with God’s grace and Christ’s help, to be reborn into what St Paul calls the glorious liberty of the children of […]

William Safire

« 17 July 2006 | 6:50 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Never assume the obvious is true.

J M Barrie

« 16 July 2006 | 17:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

John Masefield

« 15 July 2006 | 6:35 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Beauty I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the […]

Benjamin Franklin

« 14 July 2006 | 6:57 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

William D Tammeus

« 13 July 2006 | 8:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around – and why his parents will always wave back.

Raymond Carver

« 12 July 2006 | 6:26 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

« 11 July 2006 | 7:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.

George Orwell

« 10 July 2006 | 8:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.

Sir John Lubbock

« 9 July 2006 | 8:12 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

Bruce Cockburn

« 8 July 2006 | 10:09 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Joy Will Find A Way (A Song About Dying) Make me a bed of fond memories Make me to lie down with a smile Everything that rises afterward falls But all that dies has first to live. As longing becomes love As night turns to day Everything changes Joy will find a way

G K Chesterton

« 7 July 2006 | 6:39 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I believe in getting into hot water; it keeps you clean.

Frank Lloyd Wright

« 6 July 2006 | 6:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

An expert is a man who has stopped thinking – he knows!

Su Shi

« 5 July 2006 | 7:42 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

To what can our life on earth be likened? To a flock of geese, alighting on the snow. Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.

Blaise Pascal

« 4 July 2006 | 7:17 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The sole cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room.

Andre Gide

« 3 July 2006 | 4:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Complete possession is proved only by giving. All you are unable to give possesses you.

Gilda Radner

« 2 July 2006 | 10:06 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch

W B Yeats

« 1 July 2006 | 10:27 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.