E pur si muove! | Galileo Galilei |
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill. Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If I remember thee not; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. |
Psalms 137: 5-6, KJV |
It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. The gentleman may cry: "Peace! Peace!" but there is no peace. The war has actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that the gentleman would wish? What would they have? Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me, give me liberty or give me death. |
Patrick Henry 3/23/1775 |
Audentes fortuna iuvat (Fortune favors the brave) | Virgil |
...But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us, therefore brace ourselves to our duties... | Winston Churchill July 14, 1940 |
My grandfather told me there are two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to be in the first group; there is less competition there. | Indira Gandhi |
It is a Merl of Biblical proportions. | Rick Pinamonti |
Wherever you go, there you are. | Buckaroo Bonzi |
Adapt or die. | Frederick W. De Klerk |
Eternal vigilance is the price of Liberty. | Attributed to Thomas Jefferson |
High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. |
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Born, Shanghai, 1922 Died December 11, 1941 He is interred in Scopwick, Lincolnshire. |
AMERICA FOR ME 'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous places and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of their kings, But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things. So it's home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be, In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars. Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in the hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living... there is no place like home. I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled; I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled; But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way! I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack: The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. But the glory of the Present is to make our Future free, We love our land for what she is and what she is to be. Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me! I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars. |
Henry Van Dyke |
Faced as we are with this destiny, there is only one world-outlook that is worthy of us, that which has already been mentioned as the Choice of Achillesbetter a short life, full of deeds and glory, than a long life without content. Already the danger is so great, for every individual, every class, every people, that to cherish any illusion whatever is deplorable. Time does not suffer itself to be halted; there is no question of prudent retreat or wise renunciation. Only dreamers believe that there is a way out. Optimism is cowardice. We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honourable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man. |
Oswald Spengler, Man and Technics |
Facta non verba. (Deeds, not words) | Roman proverb |
Give light and the people will find their own way. | Thomas Jefferson |
Hey, I'm outta here! | Brad Talbott |
I do not think much of a man who does not know more today than he knew yesterday.. | Abraham Lincoln |
On the Internet no one knows you are a dog.. | P. Steiner in the New Yorker |
A mark of the mature mind is the respect for evidence. | Francis Bacon |
Never take counsel of your fears. | General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, CSA |
Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees. | Last words of General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, CSA |
Strike the tent! | Last words of Robert E. Lee |
No one is safe. | Maureen Dowd |
NO RESTING!!!. | Lucy van Pelt, Peanuts |
The past is prologue. | William Shakespeare, The Tempest |
Sitting at my typewriter in the mornings, and tramping about the Canton de Vaud in the afternoons, I tried desperately hard to sort out my thoughts and emotions following the total reversal, in the light of what I had seen and understood in the USSR, of everything I had hitherto hoped for and believed. It was not just disillusionment with the Russian Revolution as such; that, after all, was something that had happened, a historical event like any other, with causes and consequences which could be explored and evaluated. No more, for that matter, with the Soviet régime as such, which, with all its cruelties and privations, was a way of life like any other, endurable to the Russian people as being in their historical tradition. Anyway, an essentially Russian way of life rather than a Marxist one. Requiring, therefore, the move to Moscow from elegant Europeanized Petrograd-Leningradsomething that Dostoevsky, and Tolstoy, too, would have heartily endorsed. Requiring, also, for Red Czar a Georgian bandit like Stalin, not one of his Old Bolshevik colleagues like Trotsky or Bukharin or Zinoviev or Radek; mostly Jewish, 'rootless cosmopolitans', as they were later to be contemptuously dubbed when Stalin swung Russians back to their traditional and habitual anti-semitism. These, Stalin decided (and he may well, from his own point of view, have been right), were better dead. And dead in the most humiliating waybeating their breasts, and abjectly apologising for doing things they couldn't possibly have done, being where they couldn't have possibly been, keeping assignations they couldn't possibly have kept. All this likewise indubitably belonged to history, and would have to be historically assessed; like the Murder of the Innocents, or the Black Death, or the Battle of Paschendaele. But there was something else; a monumental death-wish, an immense destructive force loosed in the world which was going to sweep over everything and everyone, laying them flat; burning, killing, obliterating, until nothing was left. Those German agronomes in their green uniform suits with feathers in their hatsthey had their part to play. So had the paunchy Brown-Shirts, and the matronly blonde maidens painting swastikas on the windows of Jewish shops. So had the credulous armies of the just, listening open-mouthed to Intourist patter, or seeking reassurances from a boozy sandalled Wicksteed. Wise old Shaw, high-minded old Barbusse, the venerable Webbs, Gide the pure in heart and Picasso the impure, down to poor little teachers, crazed clergymen and millionaires, drivelling dons and very special correspondents like Duranty, all resolved, come what might, to believe anything, however preposterous, to overlook anything, however villainous, to approve anything, however obscurantist and brutally authoritarian, in order to be able to preserve intact the confident expectation that one of the most thorough-going, ruthless and bloody tyrannies ever to exist on earth could be relied on to champion human freedom, the brotherhood of man, and all the other good liberal causes to which they had dedicated their lives. All resolved, in other words, to abolish themselves and their world, the rest of us with it. Nor have I had from that time ever had the faintest expectation that, in earthly terms, anything could be salvaged; that any earthly battle could be won, or earthly solution found. It has all just been sleep-walking to the end of the night. |
Malcolm Muggeridge, Chronicles of a Wasted Time, v. 1, The Green Stick. |
Sweat not, for the cool shall inherit the earth. | Bo Smith |
There stands Jackson like a stone wall. Rally around the Virginians. | General Bernard Elliot Bee, CSA |
Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn. | Deuteronomy 25:4, KJV |
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. | Thomas Jefferson |
Were it not for books, human culture would pass into oblivion as quickly as man himself.. | attributed to Pliny, Natural History |
You can ask me for anything you like, except time.. | Napoleon Bonaparte |
Singleness of purpose is the secret of all great successes.. | Napoleon Bonaparte |
Work as nature works in fire.. | Abraham Lincoln |
99.7% of everything we know is wrongbut works pretty good. | Moi |
It is easy to be moral when you have no choices.. | Moi |
Great ideas generate great help. | Moi |
Losers find ways to lose.. | Moi |
There are situations where you will notice that the organization seems intent on destroying itself. It is as if the leadership is determined to drive the bus over the cliff. In these situations, no matter how diffidently you say: "Ah, boss, are we driving over that cliff up ahead?" you will be heard to say: "Hey, moron, you are driving the bus off the cliff." Do not be on the bus when it goes over the cliff. |
Moi |
First, get the big chunks. | Molyneux's First Law of Data Analysis and Washing Dishes |