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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.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living read more
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide.
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.
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.
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.
Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.
Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.
A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and read more
A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and chewy cookies like you make. -- Response to Debbi Fields' idea of starting Mrs. Fields' Cookies.
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.
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.