You want to have consistent and uniform muscle development across all of your muscles? It can't be done. It's just a fact of life. You just have to accept inconsistent muscle development as an unalterable condition of weight training. -- Response to Arthur Jones, who solved the unsolvable problem by inventing Nautilus.
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I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
Cheer up, children, I am all right.
Cheer up, children, I am all right.
They tried to get me - I got them first!
(suicide by drinking Lysol).
They tried to get me - I got them first!
(suicide by drinking Lysol).
We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out. -- Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, read more
We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out. -- Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
