Thomas Henderson Astronomer Quotes & Sayings

False facts are highly injurious to the progress of science, for they often endure long; but false views, if supported by some evidence, do little harm, for every one takes a salutary pleasure in proving their falseness. — Charles Darwin

Vodka does not ease back pain. But it does get your mind off it. — Fuzzy Zoeller

If Chelsea drop points, the cat's out in the open. And you know what cats are like - sometimes they don't come home. — Alex Ferguson

A man sees what he wants to see and disregards the rest. - Paraphrased from The Boxer — Paul Simon

OK, now write for ten minutes, keep the hand moving, tell me what you carry. — Natalie Goldberg

I think the Negro people should feel secure enough by now to face a reasonable ridicule without terror. I am unalterably opposed to all efforts to put down free speech, whatever the excuse. — H.L. Mencken

It's fear. Fear is like a giant fog. It sits on your brain and blocks everything. Real feeling, true happiness, real joy, they can't get through that fog. But you lift it and buddy you're in for the ride of your life. — Albert Brooks

The manifestation of Truth is a mystery of Love, just as, conversely, the content of Love is a mystery of Truth. — Frithjof Schuon

I was once on a German talk show, and this woman said to me, 'Mr. Williams, why do you think there is not so much comedy in Germany?' And I said, 'Did you ever think you killed all the funny people?' — Robin Williams

Nanna: Inside, there was a long rigmarole that went on and on; it began with my hair, which had been cut off in the church, and said that he had gathered it together and made a neckband of it for himself; and my forehead was clearer than a cloudless sky. He compared my eyebrows to the black wood which is used to make combs, and he said that my cheeks were so white that they filled milk and cream with envy. He declared my teeth were like a row of pearls, and my lips like pomegranate blossoms; he composed a great preamble on my hands - he even praised my fingernails; and he said that my voice was like the canticle 'Gloria in eccelsis'; and when he came to my breasts, he waxed positively ecstatic - they displayed two apples as white and shining as the snow in sunlight. Finally he allowed himself to slip down to the fountain, saying that he had drunk from it all unworthily, and that it distilled nectar and manna, and that the curls of hair round it were made of silk. — Pietro Aretino

The dirty laundry of our confessed sin belongs in the Lord's laundry hamper; for there He will toss them like mismatched socks as far as the east is from the west. — Cheryl Zelenka