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Post by mohs on Nov 16, 2015 21:47:58 GMT -5
Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.
- Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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Sabre52
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Me and my gal, Rosie
Member since August 2005
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Post by Sabre52 on Nov 16, 2015 21:56:14 GMT -5
I was down at the stable yesterday when I remembered hearing this quote, "That cowboy's handsome as Hell, but his horse has better sense!" That was not about me by the way *L*. I'm homely as Hell and, on a good day, about tied with my horse for good sense. Blue would probably disagree. We went out three times this weekend and got caught in the rain every time.
Another from a firearms instructor that I think he stole from a Duke movie, " A man has to have guts, deliberation, and a proficiency with firearms." Speaking of a self defense shootout.
And another from my hero the Duke, "Life is hard. It's harder when you're stupid."
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mikeinsjc
spending too much on rocks
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Post by mikeinsjc on Nov 17, 2015 11:29:12 GMT -5
"For all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these It might have been"
John Kenneth Gailbraith I think
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Post by mohs on Nov 17, 2015 19:40:15 GMT -5
What is Truth ?
this poem by Walter Kaufmann as always had big impact
What is truth?
Something of which we rarely speak; something some men seek; something flouted by those who lie; something of which Christ said, it is I; something with out one goes to hell; something judges expect one to tell; a word of honor, a word of praise, but not a very transparent phrase
Truth does not exist, it is merely discussed, but true is whatever we can trust whether a man or a piece of gold a Titian or something we are told a likeness or something we are taught and the noun, the truth, is an afterthought.
so much so that I re-wrote it for love
What is love?
Something of which we rarely speak; something some men seek; something flouted by those who lust; something of which Christ said, it is just; something which does not exist in hell; something which we fall in- as if under a spell; a blushing emotion, a heart full of care, & best when it comes in pairs
Love does not easily exist, it must be wisely wooed from those who must, succor agape so as not to make lack of love their fate for love is the answer, it is true whenever we honestly saith whether in a man or faith a God, O we certainly pray it a likeness or something we cherish and the noun, LOVE, is the blessed wish.
not perfected but it works...
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Post by 1dave on Nov 18, 2015 11:26:16 GMT -5
The Fool's Prayer - by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-87)
The Royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care, And to his jester cried, "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The rod must heal the sin; but, Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsey feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept- Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung! The word we had not sense to say- Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders - oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the Knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed, in silence rose The King, and sought his gardens cool, And walked apart, and murmured low, "Be merciful to me, a fool!"
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Post by 1dave on Nov 18, 2015 11:36:27 GMT -5
JUST A MOM?
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a......?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman. "I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, [what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".
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Post by 1dave on Nov 18, 2015 11:45:21 GMT -5
Bits and pieces - by Lois Cheney
Bits and pieces Bits and pieces
People, people important to you, people unimportant to you, cross your life, touch it with love and carelessness and move on. There are people who leave you, and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breath a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole.
Children leave parents, friends leave friends, acquaintances move on. People change houses. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. Friends love and move on. You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look at those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find that you are made up of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humility . . and wonder, . . . and never question, . . . . and never regret,
Bits and pieces.
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Post by rockpickerforever on Nov 18, 2015 15:56:18 GMT -5
You cannot bring prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. You cannot further brotherhood of men by inciting class hatred. You cannot establish security on borrowed money. You cannot build character and courage by taking away man's initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
- Rev. William J. H. Boetcker
(wrongly attributed to Abraham Lincoln in a Speech by President Ronald Reagan)
And here's a couple that are attributable to Lincoln
"Whatever you are, be a good one."
"Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle." - Abraham Lincoln
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Thunder69
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Thunder 2000-2015
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Post by Thunder69 on Nov 18, 2015 21:37:50 GMT -5
Two of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies Shawshank Redemption
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.
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Post by vegasjames on Nov 19, 2015 1:33:45 GMT -5
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Albert Einstein
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Post by beefjello on Nov 19, 2015 19:47:00 GMT -5
"It's such a fine line between stupid and clever"
~David St. Hubbins
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grayfingers
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Post by grayfingers on Nov 19, 2015 19:54:22 GMT -5
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Post by mohs on Nov 20, 2015 19:15:04 GMT -5
When you find yourself at rock-bottom
Polish
EdMohs
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Post by rockpickerforever on Nov 20, 2015 19:25:42 GMT -5
When you find yourself at rock-bottom Polish EdMohs
When you reach rock bottom, QUIT DIGGING! NOW, things can only look up! (Polish? Like Polish sausage? lol. JK!)
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Post by mohs on Nov 20, 2015 19:31:39 GMT -5
blues skies are nice Jean and polishing stone is how Hendrix came up with
'scuze me while I kiss the sky
me
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Post by mohs on Nov 20, 2015 20:41:40 GMT -5
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megalotis
starting to spend too much on rocks
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Post by megalotis on Nov 20, 2015 20:53:06 GMT -5
Don't you eat that yellow snow - Frank Zappa And so with Gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen, though many times they've seen the way to leave - Peter Gabriel (?) Tony Banks (?) “Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.” - Alexander Pope - the original treatise on the wrongness of political correctness Profanity is the effort of a feeble brain to express itself forcibly - Spencer Kimball The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall - Emerson And I had to quote this one: Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. Without the existence of truth, life quickly loses all meaning - me
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Post by mohs on Nov 21, 2015 10:08:32 GMT -5
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Post by 1dave on Nov 25, 2015 9:59:29 GMT -5
Don't you eat that yellow snow - Frank Zappa And so with Gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen, though many times they've seen the way to leave - Peter Gabriel (?) Tony Banks (?) “Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.” - Alexander Pope - the original treatise on the wrongness of political correctness Profanity is the effort of a feeble brain to express itself forcibly - Spencer Kimball The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall - Emerson And I had to quote this one: Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. Without the existence of truth, life quickly loses all meaning - me All among my favorites! add these two.
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Post by 1dave on Nov 25, 2015 10:05:19 GMT -5
No matter how many believe it, a lie remains a lie.
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