Baiocchi Fishing Quotes & Sayings

I compare arithmetic with a tree that unfolds upwards in a multitude of techniques and theorems while the root drives into the depths. — Gottlob Frege

I don't want to wake up and find you're not really here, he whispered, not yet opening his eyes. — Kitty French

The Germans would appear as the disturbers of peace, as they already do to some people, merely because they were the first to take the path along which all the others were ultimately to follow. — Friedrich August Von Hayek

I wish that restaurateurs would choose simpler and smaller glassware. The tables on restaurants these days are way too crowded, and mostly because the plates are too odd looking and big, and the wine glasses are so gigantic that it takes up the whole surface area and you can't move. I prefer smaller glassware. — Geoffrey Zakarian

Sometimes I feel limited by people's perceptions of what I can and cannot do, or what I do or don't look like. — Mira Sorvino

And eventually even the brain might go. As the seat of consciousness, it was not essential; the development of electronic intelligence had proved that. The conflict between mind and machine might be resolved at last in the eternal truce of complete symbiosis ... . But — Arthur C. Clarke

Drinking freshly made juices and eating enough whole foods to provide adequate fiber is a sensible approach to a healthful diet. — Jay Kordich

I see 'Hansel and Gretel' as a breakthrough book for me, and one of the reasons is because I started to apply meaning to the hidden details. — Anthony Browne

They move about listlessly and apparently without much purpose; they might just as well be lunatics. — Henry Miller

It is not events and the things one sees and enjoys that produce happiness, but a state of mind which can endow events with its own quality, and we must hope for the duration of this state rather than the recurrence of pleasurable events. — Andre Maurois

And at that instant, Ivis, so brightly painted in triumph, does the world freeze? Does time itself cease, nothing crawling on; not a single moment following in its usual tumble? But what world offers this impossibility? Only the one begat in a mind, and then raised in chains, never to be set free. The fashioning of nostalgia, my friend, imprisons us. — Steven Erikson