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Drill for oil? You mean drill into the ground to try and find oil? You're crazy. -- Drillers whom Edwin read more
Drill for oil? You mean drill into the ground to try and find oil? You're crazy. -- Drillers whom Edwin L. Drake tried to enlist in his project to drill for oil in 1859.
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.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.
Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.
Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau. -- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, 1929.
Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau. -- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, 1929.
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.
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.
No flying machine will ever fly from New York to Paris. -- Orville Wright.
No flying machine will ever fly from New York to Paris. -- Orville Wright.
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.
