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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.
I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. read more
I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. My decision totally.
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.
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.
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?
Professor Goddard does not know the relation between action and reaction and the need to have something better than a read more
Professor Goddard does not know the relation between action and reaction and the need to have something better than a vacuum against which to react. He seems to lack the basic knowledge ladled out daily in high schools. -- 1921 New York Times editorial about Robert Goddard's revolutionary rocket work.
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.
The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.
The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.
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.