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To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our read more
To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him, Lupe.
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.
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.
What we know is not much; what we do not know is immense.
What we know is not much; what we do not know is immense.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value. -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?.
To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?.
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.
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.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, read more
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
