Freebsd Fortunes 7

While having never invented a sin,
I'm trying to perfect several.

While he was in New York on location for _Bronco Billy_ (1980), Clint
Eastwood agreed to a television interview.  His host, somewhat hostile,
began by defining a Clint Eastwood picture as a violent, ruthless,
lawless, and bloody piece of mayhem, and then asked Eastwood himself to
define a Clint Eastwood picture.  "To me," said Eastwood calmly, "what
a Clint Eastwood picture is, is one that I'm in."
                -- Boller and Davis, "Hollywood Anecdotes"

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
                -- Edgar Allan Poe, "The Raven"

        [Quoted in "VMS Internals and Data Structures", V4.4, when
         referring to hardware interrupts.]

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine.
                -- William Wordsworth, "She Was a Phantom of Delight"

        [Quoted in "VMS Internals and Data Structures", V4.4, when
         referring to software interrupts.]

While money can't buy happiness, it certainly
lets you choose your own form of misery.

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

While most peoples' opinions change,
the conviction of their correctness never does.

While passing a vacant lot late one night, a jogger was stopped by a man who
held a gun to his head.
        "Who are you for," the gunman snarled, "Bush or Dukakis?"
        The runner thought for a moment, shifting nervously from foot to foot,
as the muzzle pressed harder into his temple.
        "Bush or Dukakis?" the mugger insisted.
        Finally, the jogger shrugged his shoulders, closed his eyes and bowed
his head.  "Go ahead and shoot."

While there's life, there's hope.
                -- Publius Terentius Afer (Terence)

While walking down a crowded
City street the other day,
I heard a little urchin
To a comrade turn and say,
"Say, Chimmey, lemme tell youse,
I'd be happy as a clam
If only I was de feller dat
Me mudder t'inks I am.

"She t'inks I am a wonder,              My friends, be yours a life of toil
An' she knows her little lad            Or undiluted joy,
Could never mix wit' nuttin'            You can learn a wholesome lesson
Dat was ugly, mean or bad.              From that small, untutored boy.
Oh, lot o' times I sit and t'ink        Don't aim to be an earthly saint
How nice, 'twould be, gee whiz!         With eyes fixed on a star:
If a feller was de feller               Just try to be the fellow that
Dat his mudder t'inks he is."           Your mother thinks you are.
                -- Will S. Adkin, "If I Only Was the Fellow"

While we are sleeping, two-thirds of the world is plotting to do us in.
                -- Dean Rusk