And now the sagacious reader, who is capable of reading into these lines what does not stand written in them, but is nevertheless implied, will be able to form some conception of the serious feelings with which I then set foot in Emmendingen.

Mathematics is not a book confined within a cover and bound between brazen clasps, whose contents it needs only patience to ransack; it is not a mine, whose treasures may take long to reduce into possession, but which fill only a limited number of veins and lodes; it is not a soil, whose fertility can be exhausted by the yield of successive harvests; it is not a continent or an ocean, whose area can be mapped out and its contour defined: it is limitless as that space which it finds too narrow for its aspirations; its possibilities are as infinite as the worlds which are forever crowding in and multiplying upon the astronomer's gaze.

James Joseph Sylvester

The non-specific response of the body to any demand for change.definition of stress

Hans Selye, General Adaption Syn

In Australia, they set up a special fund to kick films off. It was quite an enlightened sort of move. You could go to this government bureau with scripts and and get finance for films.

Bruce Beresford

This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

John Steinbeck

The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside can't get out and those outside don't want to get in.

Arthur Brisbane

I remember, when I was an up-and-coming comic, how annoyed I would be when the famous guys would show up and just take everyone's spots.

Seth Rogen

There is a trade off - as you grow older you gain wisdom but you lose spontaneity.

Kenny Rogers

Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

Benjamin Franklin

Let us play hide and seek in a mountain which is like a women's back.

Santosh Kalwar

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me workI am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:What place is this?Where are we now?I am the grass. Let me work.

Carl Sandburg

We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.

Dave Farber

Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.

Henry David Thoreau