Bernitsas Quotes & Sayings

The GNU GPL was not designed to be "open source". — Richard Stallman

To encounter a fine book and have time to read it is a wonderful thing. — Natalie Goldberg

Without a doubt, the next few minutes would be the most hellishly exciting in my life. Grinding pain and killer fatigue waited just beyond the word, "Partez." But I tried to ignore those prespects, and concentrate on the priceless feelings that also awaited. I thought about the perfect strokes we would take, and about the merciless surge of power we would unleash in the last 500 meters. — Brad Alan Lewis

Mastery is revealed in limitation. — Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling

I'm dyslexic, although they didn't have a word for it when I was in grade school. The teachers said I had 'word blindness.' — Debbie Macomber

Where do find the most persecuted Christians in the world? ... in the classrooms of our government schools, where the assault is not upon the body, but the soul. — Alan Keyes

The same theme can be found in Carol Reed's pioneering The Stars Look Down, in which three classic avenue of escape from the working class are posited: crime, football and education. — Peter Wollen

I still remember what my father said "There are on the stadium 22 idiots, which are running after ball.". From where did he knew that??
He knew it from guarding the stadium, so my question is why we don't watch how a dog catch a ball?
But we watch 22 idiots running after the ball??
What are the differences??
That the dog can't kick the ball, but the humanity can?? - Wow, wow that's a great discovery for a dumb person! — Deyth Banger

Anti-European politicians tell more myths and fantasies about Europe than you can find in Harry Potter or The Da Vinci Code. — Denis MacShane

When boys called Bob and Bono would bring their own wild-rhythm celebration and the world would fall down in worshipful hallelujahs as it again acknowledged Ireland's capacity to create missionaries. So what if they were "the boys in the band"? They sang from a pulpit, an enormous pulpit looking down on a congregation that would knock your eyes out. A city that had produced Joyce and Beckett and Yeats, a country that had produced poet-heroes and more priests and nuns per head of population than almost any on earth was not going to spawn boys who just wanted to stand before a packed hall of gyrating teenagers and strum their guitars and sing. They had to have a message. One of salvation; they were in it to save the world. Like I said, we're teachers, missionaries. — Josephine Hart

and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself — Frances Hodgson Burnett

Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in season - and so memories stir and startle. — Nancy Gibbs