Friday, February 6, 2009


I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

The higher you climb on the mountain, the harder the wind blows.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.

The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.

The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of human stupidity.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.

In view of the fact that God limited the intelligence of man, it seems unfair that He did not also limit his stupidity.

Stupidity is also a gift of God, but one mustn't misuse it.

It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and say the opposite.

Stupidity is better kept a secret than displayed.

If stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us out?

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

I've done a fair share of stupid things in my life, a couple of which should have put me in the grave. But here I am, typing away as if I had a brain.