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No field of knowledge is so transparently simple as another’s.
— Michael F. Flynn
No field of knowledge is so transparently simple as another’s.
You have a grim taste in miracles, my friend.
The nag is as fat as a monk—and will stop to eat at every chance, so the resemblance is no happenstance.
Philosophers will always have logical reasons for avoiding the good—and those reasons will always hang on their lust for material goods. A man who has little thinks little of sharing it; but the man who has much will clutch it with his dying fingers.
The philosophy of the likelihood of events concludes that folk from different worlds must have different forms.
As often happens, fear showed itself in hostility.
He dyed his hair with great art, maintaining enough gray to suggest wisdom, but not so much as to suggest age.
He read the document a second time, but the words had not changed.
There seemed no face within the cowl, only a black emptiness, and the notion sprang irresistibly to Dietrich’s mind that this was Death, now these dozen years overdue, treading a weary mountain trail in search of him. Then a flash of white showed within the shadow and Dietrich realized that it was only the angle of the sun that had made that hood seem so empty.
“Had you learned to flatter the Kaiser, you would need not live in the back woods.”“Had you learned to live in the back woods, you would need not flatter the Kaiser.”
He could not live again in Paris. It had seemed better then only because he had been younger, and had not yet known contentment.
“I know my equations are true,” she mused aloud. “I need to know if they are fact.”
She said nothing, but said it loudly.
“Men afraid may see demons in the familiar, and direct their fear of the insensible to a fear of the sensible.”“So it is; but it is what folk do.”
“You split hairs.”“Better to split hairs than the heads beneath them.”
Sometimes the obvious is only wishful thinking.
