Of Cabbages and Kings

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,               “I expect to pass through life but once.
“To talk of many things:                                          If therefore, there be any kindness I can show,
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–                 or any good thing I can do to any fellow being,
Of cabbages–and kings–                                         let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it,
And why the sea is boiling hot–                             as I shall not pass this way again.” William Penn
And whether pigs have wings.” Lewis Carroll

Tip of the day: Learning to program is one of the best ways to keep your brain oiled

There’s no such thing as a new idea, yet there is no such thing as a perfect duplication of ben-franklin-1280x960[1]variables either, so every implementation of an idea is always new.

“This above all,-To thine own self be true
and it must follow as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man” Polonius’ advice to his son
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,                  When you say “Someone needs to do something”
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit                               Look in the mirror! “That someone is you”
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. “

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring                 A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:                  A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
The Bird of Time has but a little way                          Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
To flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing.                      Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!The Rubaiyat

If you can keep your head when all about you          If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;                          Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
But make allowance for their doubting too:              And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a man, my son! Rudyard Kipling

You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?’
George Bernard Shaw

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