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Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.
Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.
I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a read more
I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered.
The future is just old age and illness and pain.... I must have peace and this is the only way.
The future is just old age and illness and pain.... I must have peace and this is the only way.
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
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.
Don't worry, it's not loaded.
Don't worry, it's not loaded.
The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon. read more
The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon. -- Sir John Eric Ericksen, British surgeon, appointed Surgeon-Extraordinary to Queen Victoria 1873.
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.
