Hot dogs: feeding the hand that bites it.
Laurence J. Peter
Hot dogs: feeding the hand that bites it.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Hot dogs: feeding the hand that bites it.
Hot dogs: feeding the hand that bites it.
As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master.
As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master.
I’m definitely the best king in England at the moment.
I’m definitely the best king in England at the moment.
The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.
The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.
Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
Clopton’s Law: For every credibility gab, there is a gullibility fill.
Clopton’s Law: For every credibility gab, there is a gullibility fill.
Being a pacifist between wars is as easy as being a vegetarian between meals.
Being a pacifist between wars is as easy as being a vegetarian between meals.
A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering cold iron.
A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering cold iron.
He who is not a socialist at 19, has no heart. He who is still a socialist at 30, has no brain.
He who is not a socialist at 19, has no heart. He who is still a socialist at 30, has no brain.
A Dream In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- … Continue reading “Edgar Allan Poe”
A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
He was a poet and hated the approximate.
He was a poet and hated the approximate.
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.
He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.
The person that turns over the most rocks wins the game.
The person that turns over the most rocks wins the game.
You don’t get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
You don’t get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.
One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.