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?

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.

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.

Everything that can be invented has been invented. -- Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899.

Everything that can be invented has been invented. -- Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899.

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.).

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.

You want to have consistent and uniform muscle development across all of your muscles? It can't be done. It's just read more

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.

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.

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.