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In spite of everything, I still believe that people are good at heart.
-- Ann Frank
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1464 of 2327 |
In success there's a tendency to keep on doing what you were doing.
-- Alan Kay
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1465 of 2327 |
In the beginning there was nothing. And the Lord said "Let There Be Light!"
And still there was nothing, but at least now you could see it.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1466 of 2327 |
In the beginning was the word.
But by the time the second word was added to it,
There was trouble.
For with it came syntax ...
-- John Simon
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1467 of 2327 |
In the course of reading Hadamard's "The Psychology of Invention in the
Mathematical Field", I have come across evidence supporting a fact
which we coffee achievers have long appreciated: no really creative,
intelligent thought is possible without a good cup of coffee. On page
14, Hadamard is discussing Poincare's theory of fuchsian groups and
fuchsian functions, which he describes as "... one of his greatest
discoveries, the first which consecrated his glory ..." Hadamard refers
to Poincare having had a "... sleepless night which initiated all that
memorable work ..." and gives the following, very revealing quote:
"One evening, contrary to my custom, I drank black coffee and
could not sleep. Ideas rose in crowds; I felt them collide
until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable
combination."
Too bad drinking black coffee was contrary to his custom. Maybe he
could really have amounted to something as a coffee achiever.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1468 of 2327 |
In the days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And women were too cautious;
Oh, those gallant days,
When women were women,
And men were really obnoxious.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1469 of 2327 |
In the dimestores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall.
-- Bob Dylan
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1470 of 2327 |
In the early morning queue,
With a listing in my hand.
With a worry in my heart, There on terminal number 9,
Waitin' here in CERAS-land. Pascal run all set to go.
I'm a long way from sleep, But I'm waitin' in the queue,
How I miss a good meal so. With this code that ever grows.
In the early mornin' queue, Now the lobby chairs are soft,
With no place to go. But that can't make the queue move fast.
Hey, there it goes my friend,
I've moved up one at last.
-- Ernest Adams, "Early Morning Queue", to "Early
Morning Rain" by G. Lightfoot
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1471 of 2327 |
In the east there is a shark which is larger than all other fish. It changes
into a bird whose wings are like clouds filling the sky. When this bird
moves across the land, it brings a message from Corporate Headquarters. This
message it drops into the midst of the programmers, like a seagull making
its mark upon the beach. Then the bird mounts on the wind and, with the blue
sky at its back, returns home.
The novice programmer stares in wonder at the bird, for he understands it not.
The average programmer dreads the coming of the bird, for he fears its message.
The master programmer continues to work at his terminal, for he does not know
that the bird has come and gone.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1472 of 2327 |
In the eyes of my dog, I'm a man.
-- Martin Mull
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