Nikainetos, third century BC
I am the grave of Biton, traveller:
If from Torone to Amphipolis you go
Give Nicagoras this message: his one son
Died in a storm, in early winter, before sunrise.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Nikainetos, third century BC
I am the grave of Biton, traveller:
If from Torone to Amphipolis you go
Give Nicagoras this message: his one son
Died in a storm, in early winter, before sunrise.
Quine's Paradox "Yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation" yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation.
The Avon to the Severn runs, The Severn to the sea, And Wycliffe’s dust shall spread abroad, Wide as the…
Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.