
“I know it's weird, but it does make it easier to write poetry in perl.”
[7865@jpl-devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV, 1990]
Usenet postings, 1990
From Sublimation of Disobedience (1998)
“I know it's weird, but it does make it easier to write poetry in perl.”
[7865@jpl-devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV, 1990]
Usenet postings, 1990
“We would die before you would feel pain.”
El-Sisi addressing the Egyptians http://www.dailynewsegypt.com/2013/10/07/egyptian-people-will-never-forget-who-stood-with-them-or-against-them-al-sisi
2013
Quoted by Will Durant in On the Meaning of Life http://books.google.com/books?id=XH5HAAAAIAAJ&q=%22Either+the+soul+is+immortal+and+we+shall+not+die+or+it+perishes+with+the+flesh+and+we+shall+not+know+that+we+are+dead+Live+then+as+if+you+were+eternal%22&pg=PA53#v=onepage (1932)
Context: What shall we know of our death? Either the soul is immortal and we shall not die, or it perishes with the flesh and we shall not know that we are dead. Live, then, as if you were eternal, and do not believe that your life has changed merely because it seems proved that the Earth is empty. You do not live in the Earth, you live in yourself.
“They have never felt pain … We don’t have their connections, but we’re ready to die.”
As quoted in "Protests Urge Resignation of Leaders in Thailand" in The New York Times (15 March 2010).
By Namita Devidayal in Pain gave the singer her song, 10 October 2009, 2 January 2014, Times of India http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2009-10-10/mumbai/28060204_1_begum-akhtar-music-lovers-divine-music,
Love is Enough (1872), Song VI: Cherish Life that Abideth
Context: Live on, for Love liveth, and earth shall be shaken
By the wind of his wings on the triumphing morning,
When the dead, and their deeds that die not shall awaken,
And the world's tale shall sound in your trumpet of warning,
And the sun smite the banner called Scorn of the Scorning,
And dead pain ye shall trample, dead fruitless desire,
As ye wend to pluck out the new world from the fire.
“We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.”
Per Amica Silentia Lunae (1918): Anima Hominis, part v