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The problem with this country is that there is no death penalty
for incompetence.
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The problems of business administration in general, and database management in
particular are much too difficult for people that think in IBMese, compounded
with sloppy English.
-- Edsger W. Dijkstra
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The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid,
stable business.
-- John Steinbeck
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The program isn't debugged until the last user is dead.
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The programmers of old were mysterious and profound. We cannot fathom their
thoughts, so all we do is describe their appearance.
Aware, like a fox crossing the water. Alert, like a general on the
battlefield. Kind, like a hostess greeting her guests. Simple, like uncarved
blocks of wood. Opaque, like black pools in darkened caves.
Who can tell the secrets of their hearts and minds?
The answer exists only in the Tao.
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The proof of the pudding is in the eating.
-- Miguel de Cervantes
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The proof that IBM didn't invent the car is that it has a steering wheel
and an accelerator instead of spurs and ropes, to be compatible with a
horse.
-- Jac Goudsmit
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The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper
thoughts about their neighbours.
-- F.H. Bradley
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The Psblurtex is an 18-inch long anaconda that hides in the gentlemen's
outfitting departments of Amazonian stores and is often bought by mistake
since its colors are those of the London Reform Club. Once tied around its
victim's neck, it strangles him gently and then claims the insurance before
running off to Germany where it lives in hiding.
-- Mike Harding, "The Armchair Anarchist's Almanac"
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The public demands certainties; it must be told definitely and a bit
raucously that this is true and that is false. But there are no
certainties.
-- H.L. Mencken, "Prejudice"
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