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I killed the President because he was the enemy of the good people, the good working people. I am not read more
I killed the President because he was the enemy of the good people, the good working people. I am not sorry for my crime.
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.
Thomas Jefferson still survives.
Thomas Jefferson still survives.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever read more
One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever been before.
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.
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.).
The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular? read more
The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular? -- David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s.
Death is a law and not a punishment. Three things ought to console us for giving up life; the friends read more
Death is a law and not a punishment. Three things ought to console us for giving up life; the friends whom we have lost, the few persons worth of being loved whom we leave behind us, and finally the memory of our stupidities and the assurance that they are now going to stop.
