Yes simple as that:
“It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.”
-H. L. Mencken
Yes simple as that:
“Theology is just a debate over who to frame for creating reality.”
“Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear—and, behold, do ye now complain that ye lack FREEDOM!”
~Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst
“Dude, where’s my car?”
-That guy from Dude, Where’s My Car?
The government that governs best, is the government that governs least.
Always tell her she is beautful, especialy if she is not.
Robert A. Heinlein
“My cat’s breath smells like cat food” - R. Wiggum.
“Post a quote.”
“Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set
a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.”
“The larger the searchlight, the larger the circumference of the unknown.”
- Dick Taylor
“Blue” Lou Marini
“Childhood is short, and maturity is forever.” - Calvin
"“When I grow up, I’m not going to read the newspaper and I’m not going to follow complex issues and I’m not going to vote. That way I can complain when the government doesn’t represent me. Then, when everything goes down the tubes, I can say the system doesn’t work and justify my further lack of participation.”
“They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood, a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.”
“One’s need for loneliness is not satisfied if one sits at a table alone. There must be empty chairs as well. If the waiter takes away a chair on which no one is sitting, I feel a void and my sociability is aroused. I can’t live without empty chairs.”
- Karl Kraus
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul;
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! 4
It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. 8
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, 12
Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck’d the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again, 16
It needs must wither: I’ll smell it on the tree. [Kisses her.
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, 20
And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne’er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears; this sorrow’s heavenly,
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
“The atom bomb are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going around the sun and neither the dictators nor the bureaucrats, as deeply as they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.”
George Orwell, on Spring
I find this a happy thought. Happy Spring, all!
Dean R. Koontz
“Son, you’ve got a panty on your head.”
“No more yankee my wankee! The Donger need food!”
You didn’t say an INTELLIGENT quote, thank the Gods.