|Proverbs, aphorisms, quotations (English)
||by Linux fortune
| Some bird populations soaring down |
-Headline of an article in
Science News, page 126, February 20, 1993.
|Laughing at you is like drop-kicking a wounded humming bird.|
|No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.|
-- William Blake
|Zeus gave Leda the bird.|
|The early bird who catches the worm works for someone who comes in late|
and owns the worm farm.
-- Travis McGee
The thickness of the proposal required to win a multimillion dollar
contract is about one millimeter per million dollars. If all the
proposals conforming to this standard were piled on top of each other
at the bottom of the Grand Canyon it would probably be a good idea.
Ninety percent of the time things will turn out worse than you expect.
The other 10 percent of the time you had no right to expect so much.
The early bird gets the worm.
The early worm ... gets eaten.
Never promise to complete any project within six months of the end of
the year -- in either direction.
Most projects start out slowly -- and then sort of taper off.
-- Norman Augustine
|Brief History Of Linux (#24)|
Linus Torvalds quotes from his interview in "LinuxNews" (October 1992):
"I doubt Linux will be here to stay, and maybe Hurd is the wave of the
future (and maybe not)..."
"I'm most certainly going to continue to support it, until it either dies
out or merges with something else. That doesn't necessarily mean I'll make
weekly patches for the rest of my life, but hopefully they won't be needed
as much when things stabilize." [If only he knew what he was getting into.]
"World domination? No, I'm not interested in that. Galactic domination, on
the other hand..."
"Several people have already wondered if Linux should adopt a logo or
mascot. Somebody even suggested a penguin for some strange reason, which I
don't particularly like: how is a flightless bird supposed to represent an
operating system? Well, it might work okay for Microsoft or even Minix..."
"I would give Andy Tanenbaum a big fat 'F'."
|A bird in the bush usually has a friend in there with him.|
|A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.|
|A bird in the hand is worth what it will bring.|
|A bird in the hand makes it awfully hard to blow your nose.|
|Be sure to evaluate the bird-hand/bush ratio.|
|The early worm gets the bird.|
|The early worm gets the late bird.|
| A circus foreman was making the rounds inspecting the big top|
when a scrawny little man entered the tent and walked up to him. "Are
you the foreman around here?" he asked timidly. "I'd like to join your
circus; I have what I think is a pretty good act."
The foreman nodded assent, whereupon the little man hurried over to
the main pole and rapidly climbed up to the very tip-top of the big top.
Drawing a deep breath, he hurled himself off into the air and began flapping
his arms furiously. Amazingly, rather than plummeting to his death the little
man began to fly all around the poles, lines, trapezes and other obstacles,
performing astounding feats of aerobatics which ended in a long power dive
from the top of the tent, pulling up into a gentle feet-first landing beside
the foreman, who had been nonchalantly watching the whole time.
"Well," puffed the little man. "What do you think?"
"That's all you do?" answered the foreman scornfully. "Bird
|There are two jazz musicians who are great buddies. They hang out and play|
together for years, virtually inseparable. Unfortunately, one of them is
struck by a truck and killed. About a week later his friend wakes up in
the middle of the night with a start because he can feel a presence in the
room. He calls out, "Who's there? Who's there? What's going on?"
"It's me -- Bob," replies a faraway voice.
Excitedly he sits up in bed. "Bob! Bob! Is that you? Where are
"Well," says the voice, "I'm in heaven now."
"Heaven! You're in heaven! That's wonderful! What's it like?"
"It's great, man. I gotta tell you, I'm jamming up here every day.
I'm playing with Bird, and 'Trane, and Count Basie drops in all the time!
Man it is smokin'!"
"Oh, wow!" says his friend. "That sounds fantastic, tell me more,
tell me more!"
"Let me put it this way," continues the voice. "There's good news
and bad news. The good news is that these guys are in top form. I mean
I have *never* heard them sound better. They are *wailing* up here."
"The bad news is that God has this girlfriend that sings..."
|We place two copies of PEOPLE magazine in a DARK, HUMID mobile home.|
45 minutes later CYNDI LAUPER emerges wearing a BIRD CAGE on her head!
|"I'm returning this note to you, instead of your paper, because it (your paper)|
presently occupies the bottom of my bird cage."
-- English Professor, Providence College
|Logic is a little bird, sitting in a tree; that smells *_____awful*.|
|"Well, you see, it's such a transitional creature. It's a piss-poor|
reptile and not very much of a bird."
- Melvin Konner, from "The Tangled Wing", quoting a zoologist who has
studied the archeopteryz and found it "very much like people"
|All the lines have been written There's been Sandburg,|
It's sad but it's true Keats, Poe and McKuen
With all the words gone, They all had their day
What's a young poet to do? And knew what they're doin'
But of all the words written The bird is a strange one,
And all the lines read, So small and so tender
There's one I like most, Its breed still unknown,
And by a bird it was said! Not to mention its gender.
It reminds me of days of So what is this line
Both gloom and of light. Whose author's unknown
It still lifts my spirits And still makes me giggle
And starts the day right. Even now that I'm grown?
I've read all the greats
Both starving and fat,
But none was as great as
"I tot I taw a puddy tat."
-- Etta Stallings, "An Ode To Childhood"
|Come fill the cup and in the fire of spring|
Your winter garment of repentence fling.
The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter -- and the bird is on the wing.
-- Omar Khayyam
|The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly ...|
and the bird is on the wing.
-- Omar Khayyam
|Tiger got to hunt,|
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
-- The Books of Bokonon
|"Twas bergen and the eirie road|
Did mahwah into patterson: "Beware the Hopatcong, my son!
All jersey were the ocean groves, The teeth that bite, the nails
And the red bank bayonne. that claw!
Beware the bound brook bird, and shun
He took his belmar blade in hand: The kearney communipaw."
Long time the folsom foe he sought
Till rested he by a bayway tree And, as in nutley thought he stood,
And stood a while in thought. The Hopatcong with eyes of flame,
Came whippany through the englewood,
One, two, one, two, and through And garfield as it came.
The belmar blade went hackensack! "And hast thou slain the Hopatcong?
He left it dead and with it's head Come to my arms, my perth amboy!
He went weehawken back. Hohokus day! Soho! Rahway!"
He caldwell in his joy.
Did mahwah into patterson:
All jersey were the ocean groves,
And the red bank bayonne.
-- Paul Kieffer
|'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves|
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
All mimsy were the borogroves The jaws that bite, the claws
And the mome raths outgrabe. that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird,
He took his vorpal sword in hand And shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the tumtum tree And as in uffish thought he stood
And stood awhile in thought. The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame
Came whuffling through the tulgey wood
One! Two! One! Two! And through and And burbled as it came!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack. "Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
He left it dead, and took its head, Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
And went galumphing back. Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-- Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky"
|The early bird gets the coffee left over from the night before.|
A bird whose theivish disposition suggested to someone that it
might be taught to talk.
-- Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"
|Newton's Little-Known Seventh Law:|
A bird in the hand is safer than one overhead.
"He eats like a bird... five times his own weight each day."
|It is the wise bird who builds his nest in a tree.|
|You know you're in trouble when...|
(1) Your car horn goes off accidentally and remains stuck as you
follow a group of Hell's Angels on the freeway.
(2) You want to put on the clothes you wore home from the party
and there aren't any.
(3) Your boss tells you not to bother to take off your coat.
(4) The bird singing outside your window is a buzzard.
(5) You wake up and your braces are locked together.
(6) Your mother approves of the person you're dating.
| Once there was a marine biologist who loved dolphins. He spent his|
time trying to feed and protect his beloved creatures of the sea. One day,
in a fit of inventive genius, he came up with a serum that would make
dolphins live forever!
Of course he was ecstatic. But he soon realized that in order to mass
produce this serum he would need large amounts of a certain compound that was
only found in nature in the metabolism of a rare South American bird. Carried
away by his love for dolphins, he resolved that he would go to the zoo and
steal one of these birds.
Unbeknownst to him, as he was arriving at the zoo an elderly lion was
escaping from its cage. The zookeepers were alarmed and immediately began
combing the zoo for the escaped animal, unaware that it had simply lain down
on the sidewalk and had gone to sleep.
Meanwhile, the marine biologist arrived at the zoo and procured his
bird. He was so excited by the prospect of helping his dolphins that he
stepped absentmindedly stepped over the sleeping lion on his way back to his
car. Immediately, 1500 policemen converged on him and arrested him for
transporting a myna across a staid lion for immortal porpoises.
|Children's talent to endure stems from their ignorance of alternatives.|
-- Maya Angelou, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"
|"You can't expect a mother to be with a small child all the time," Margaret|
Mead once remarked, with her usual good sense, but in 1978 she shocked
feminists by snapping that women don't really have children to put them in
day care twelve hours a day, either.
-- Caroline Bird, "The Two Paycheck Marriage"
|Consider well the proportions of things. It is better to be a young June-bug|
than an old bird of paradise.
-- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"
|Every man who has reached even his intellectual teens begins to suspect|
that life is no farce; that it is not genteel comedy even; that it flowers
and fructifies on the contrary out of the profoundest tragic depths of the
essential death in which its subject's roots are plunged. The natural
inheritance of everyone who is capable of spiritual life is an unsubdued
forest where the wolf howls and the obscene bird of night chatters.
-- Henry James Sr., writing to his sons Henry and William
|Nasrudin was carrying home a piece of liver and the recipe for liver pie.|
Suddenly a bird of prey swooped down and snatched the piece of meat from his
hand. As the bird flew off, Nasrudin called after it, "Foolish bird! You
have the liver, but what can you do with it without the recipe?"
|It's a bird..|
It's a plane..
No, it's KernelMan, faster than a speeding bullet, to your rescue.
Doing new kernel versions in under 5 seconds flat..
-- Linus, in the announcement for 1.3.27
|The mosquito is the state bird of New Jersey.|
-- Andy Warhol
| In the east there is a shark which is larger than all other fish. It|
changes into a bird whose winds are like clouds filling the sky. When this
bird moves across the land, it brings a message from Corporate Headquarters.
This message it drops into the midst of the programmers, like a seagull
making its mark upon the beach. Then the bird mounts on the wind and, with
the blue sky at its back, returns home.
The novice programmer stares in wonder at the bird, for he understands
it not. The average programmer dreads the coming of the bird, for he fears
its message. The master programmer continues to work at his terminal, for he
does not know that the bird has come and gone.
-- Geoffrey James, "The Tao of Programming"