Your Quote of the Day

[sordi88]

"This city desert makes you feel so cold,
It's got so many people but it's got no soul"

- Baker Street (Gerry Rafferty, 1978)

[redmond]

Bertrand Russell ... the guy who coined the phrase Relative Political Pacifism

Either we must have war against Russia, before she has the atom bomb, or we will have to lie down and let them govern us . . . Anything is better than submission. (1948)

[Good thing that philosophers don't determine military strategy, eh? Though the West's political elites have demonstrated how culpable, cluelessly inept, indecisive and complicit they have been in creating this war-scenario]

[evilmoers]

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Thanks,
I had seen it. This company is one of the most active hunters. I will repost the links once more

Due to the bold blue line

[ghost2509]

"Peace can only last where human rights are respected, where the people are fed, and where individuals and nations are free"

14th Dalai Lama

[ghost2509]

"Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world"

Malala Yousafzai(Pakistani education activist)

[Rick Sanchez]

"Alcohol makes other people less tedious, and food less bland, and can help provide what the Greeks called entheos, or the slight buzz of inspiration when reading or writing." - Christopher Hitchens

[redmond]

'In 1609 Henry Hudson steered his good ship, the Half Moon, into New York Bay, landed on an island, and there treated some Indians to alcoholic beverages. The natives promptly named the island Manahachtanienk, which in time was simplified and spelled Manhattan. It means 'place where we all got drunk.'

Richard Erdoes / 1000 Remarkable Facts About Booze, 1981

[ghost2509]

"Social media made y'all way too comfortable with disrespecting people and not getting punched in the face for it."

Mike Tyson

[emale]

"Ask the poor. They'll tell you who the christians are."

Mahatma Gandhi

[redmond]

Arthur Hugh Clough / Say Not The Struggle Nought Availeth

Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

[written after the failure of the European revolutions of 1848]