|Linux Cookie: 1 of 1140|
"You know, of course, that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are
- M. Somerset Maugham
|Linux Cookie: 2 of 1140|
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
- Bert Lantz
|Linux Cookie: 3 of 1140|
"The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception a neccessity."
- Oscar Wilde
|Linux Cookie: 4 of 1140|
"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh."
|Linux Cookie: 5 of 1140|
"IBM uses what I like to call the 'hole-in-the-ground technique'
to destroy the competition..... IBM digs a big HOLE in the
ground and covers it with leaves. It then puts a big POT
OF GOLD nearby. Then it gives the call, 'Hey, look at all
this gold, get over here fast.' As soon as the competitor
approaches the pot, he falls into the pit"
- John C. Dvorak
|Linux Cookie: 6 of 1140|
"There are things that are so serious that you can only joke about them"
|Linux Cookie: 7 of 1140|
"It takes all sorts of in & out-door schooling to get adapted
to my kind of fooling"
- R. Frost
|Linux Cookie: 8 of 1140|
"Confound these ancestors.... They've stolen our best ideas!"
- Ben Jonson
|Linux Cookie: 9 of 1140|
And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that
cometh out of man, in their sight...Then he [the Lord!] said unto me, Lo, I
have given thee cow's dung for man's dung, and thou shalt prepare thy bread
[Ezek. 4:12-15 (KJV)]
|Linux Cookie: 10 of 1140|
I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet;
must I soil them again?
When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred
within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)].
When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid
myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I
opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when
he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he
did not answer.
The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and
wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak.
[Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]