08-13-2006, 07:53 AM
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt
"Man is nothing else but what his purpose is, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is."
- Jean-Paul Sartre
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die."
-Jean-Paul Sartre
"Don't touch my guitar man. Don't even touch my guitar."
- Buddy "Six String Samurai"
"In baseball you can't sit on a lead and run a few plays into the huddle just to kill the clock and run out of time..no..you've got to throw the ball over the damn plate and give the other man his chance. That's why baseball is the greatest game of all."
"I could not become anything: neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Theodore Roosevelt
"Man is nothing else but what his purpose is, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is."
- Jean-Paul Sartre
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die."
-Jean-Paul Sartre
"Don't touch my guitar man. Don't even touch my guitar."
- Buddy "Six String Samurai"
"In baseball you can't sit on a lead and run a few plays into the huddle just to kill the clock and run out of time..no..you've got to throw the ball over the damn plate and give the other man his chance. That's why baseball is the greatest game of all."
"I could not become anything: neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky

