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We've tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
All hands! Standby! Free falling!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet--
We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.
-- Robert A. Heinlein, 1941
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 165 of 1340 |
Wharbat darbid yarbou sarbay?
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 166 of 1340 |
What!? Me worry?
-- A.E. Neuman
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 167 of 1340 |
What a bonanza! An unknown beginner to be directed by Lubitsch, in a script
by Wilder and Brackett, and to play with Paramount's two superstars, Gary
Cooper and Claudette Colbert, and to be beaten up by both of them!
-- David Niven, "Bring On the Empty Horses"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 168 of 1340 |
What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to
understand what a misfortune it is.
-- Kierkegaard, 1813-1855.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 169 of 1340 |
What a strange game. The only winning move is not to play.
-- WOP, "War Games"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 170 of 1340 |
What, after all, is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
-- Christopher Fry
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 171 of 1340 |
What an artist dies with me!
-- Nero
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 172 of 1340 |
What an author likes to write most is his signature on the
back of a cheque.
-- Brendan Francis
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 173 of 1340 |
What awful irony is this?
We are as gods, but know it not.
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