For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars, Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars, Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows.
A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor.
People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars.... and they pass by themselves without wondering.
Fools rush in - and get all the best seats.
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how that al our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through the sea.
And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand. And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get thee down, that the rain stop thee not.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.
I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of the day, and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.
We are born at a given moment, in a given place and, like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season of which we are born. Astrology does not lay claim to anything more.
It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast. It keeps him young.
Take young researchers, put them together in virtual seclusion, give them an unprecedented degree of freedom and turn up the pressure by fostering competitiveness.
The research rat of the future allows experimentation without manipulation of the real world. This is the cutting edge of modeling technology.
That's the nature of researchyou don't know what in hell you're doing. -'Doc' Edgerton.
What is research, but a blind date with knowledge.
I have a spelling checkerIt came with my PC;It plainly marks four my revueMistakes I cannot sea.I've run this poem threw it,I'm sure your pleased too no,Its letter perfect in it's weigh,My checker tolled me sew.
Bush reiterated his stand to conservatives opposing his decision on stem cell research. He said today he believes life begins at conception and ends at execution.
When you take stuff from one writer it's plagiarism; but when you take it from many writers, it's research.
The way to do research is to attack the facts at the point of greatest astonishment.
When you steal from one author, it's plagiarism; if you steal from many, it's research.
Basic research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.