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Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving read more
Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck.
Who the hell wants to hear actors talk? -- H.M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927.
Who the hell wants to hear actors talk? -- H.M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927.
I have tried so hard to do right.
I have tried so hard to do right.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, read more
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Professor Goddard does not know the relation between action and reaction and the need to have something better than a read more
Professor Goddard does not know the relation between action and reaction and the need to have something better than a vacuum against which to react. He seems to lack the basic knowledge ladled out daily in high schools. -- 1921 New York Times editorial about Robert Goddard's revolutionary rocket work.
I shall look forward to a pleasant time.
I shall look forward to a pleasant time.
This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of read more
This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us. -- Western Union internal memo, 1876.
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
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.
