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Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction. -- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872.
Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction. -- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
They tried to get me - I got them first!
(suicide by drinking Lysol).
They tried to get me - I got them first!
(suicide by drinking Lysol).
Farewell, my children; remain always in the fear of the Lord. That temptation and tribulation which is to come is read more
Farewell, my children; remain always in the fear of the Lord. That temptation and tribulation which is to come is now at hand and happy shall they who persevere in the good they have begun. I hasten to go to our Lord, to whose grace I recommend you.
The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible. read more
The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible. -- A Yale University management professor in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. (Smith went on to found Federal Express Corp.).
Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible. -- Lord Kelvin, president, Royal Society, 1895.
Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible. -- Lord Kelvin, president, Royal Society, 1895.
Cheer up, children, I am all right.
Cheer up, children, I am all right.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
