Archive for February, 2008

Konrad Adenauer

« 28 February 2008 | 12:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

History is the sum total of things that could have been avoided.



Simon Goodway

« 27 February 2008 | 14:36 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Octopusses I don’t know what the fuss is, Cooking’s easy if you try. Just take two octopusses And you’ve got an octopi.



Douglas Adams

« 26 February 2008 | 11:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

…Sir Isaac Newton, renowned inventor of the milled-edge coin and the catflap!” “The what?” said Richard. “That catflap! A device of the utmost cunning, perspicuity and invention. It is a door within a door, you see, a …” “Yes,” said Richard, “there was also the small matter of gravity.” “Gravity,” said Dirk with a slightly […]



Tennessee Williams

« 25 February 2008 | 14:38 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Success is blocked by concentrating on it and planning for it… Success is shy – it won’t come out while you’re watching.



H L Mencken

« 24 February 2008 | 11:39 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

When A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or improving X, A is a scoundrel.



James Montgomery

« 23 February 2008 | 19:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Here is the body pent Absent from him I roam Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day’s march nearer home



Bill Bryson

« 22 February 2008 | 14:41 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Blackpool is nothing if not magnificent, and it is not magnificent.



G H Hardy

« 21 February 2008 | 11:23 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is never worth a first class man’s time to express a majority opinion. By definition, there are plenty of others to do that.



Bhaskarachary

« 20 February 2008 | 12:12 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Mathematical Problem Whilst making love a necklace broke. A row of pearls mislaid. One sixth fell to the floor. One fifth upon the bed. The young woman saved one third of them. One tenth were caught by her lover. If six pearls remained upon the string How many pearls were there altogether?



Bede

« 19 February 2008 | 23:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

The present life of man, O king, seems to me, in comparison of that time which is unknown to us, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain […]



Roger Bacon

« 17 February 2008 | 20:26 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

There are in fact four very different stumbling blocks in the way of grasping the truth, which hinder every man however learned, and scarcely allow anyone to win a clear title to wisdom, namely, the example of weak and unworthy authority, longstanding custom, the feeling of the ignorant crowd, and the hiding of our own […]



J B S Haldane

« 17 February 2008 | 19:08 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

An inordinate fondness for beetles In reply to the question what he believed could concluded from his study of the natural world as to the nature of the creator



Carlos Castaneda

« 15 February 2008 | 9:21 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It is important to do what you don’t know how to do. It is important to see your skills as keeping you from learning what is deepest and most mysterious. If you know how to focus, unfocus. If your tendency is to make sense out of chaos, start chaos.



John Fuller

« 9 February 2008 | 19:32 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Two Voices Love is a large hope in what, Unfound, imaginary, leaves us With a beautifying presence. Love always grieves us.’ So sang youth to the consenting air While age in deathly silence, thus: ‘Love is a regret for what, Lost or never was, assails us With a beautifying presence. Love never fails us.’



Frank Lloyd Wright

« 8 February 2008 | 20:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Many wealthy people are little more than janitors of their possessions.



Frank Lloyd Wright

« 8 February 2008 | 20:47 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Many wealthy people are little more than janitors of their possessions.



Lieutenant General Lewis Burwell “Chesty” Puller

« 7 February 2008 | 7:42 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

So they’ve got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won’t get away this time!



Lieutenant General Lewis Burwell Chesty Puller

« 7 February 2008 | 7:42 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

So they’ve got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won’t get away this time!



Shel Silverstein

« 6 February 2008 | 17:16 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

It’s Dark in Here I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lion’s cage I’m afraid I got too near. And I’m writing these lines From inside a lion, And it’s rather […]



Thomas Berger

« 6 February 2008 | 17:04 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there.



Richard Feynman

« 5 February 2008 | 22:19 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics Statement after an introduction to theoretical physicists mentioning that he played bongo drums



John Robert Colombo

« 4 February 2008 | 16:55 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Canada could have enjoyed: English government, French culture, And American know-how. Instead it ended up with: English know-how, French government, And American culture.



Rudyard Kipling

« 2 February 2008 | 21:11 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Night-Song in the Jungle Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free. The herds are shut in byre and hut – For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw. O hear the call! Good Hunting, All That keep […]



P G Wodehouse

« 2 February 2008 | 14:34 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

of a character who is suffering from a hangover … the noise of the cat stamping about in the passage outside caused him exquisite discomfort.



John Dretschmer

« 1 February 2008 | 19:16 | Uncategorized | No Comments »

Upon the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions, who when on the dawn of victory paused to rest, and there resting died.