There are no facts but only interpretations, wrote Nietzsche. But he was wrong. There are no interpretations either.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
What happens when scientists become bored with the original purpose(s) of science?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
102. Only lost causes should attract us.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
Everything in the world has been photographed. And everybody.
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
The thing about a murder mystery—or any other mystery—is that it is something to focus on.
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
“That’s just history, so who cares?” No. No, it is: Who cares about now? About right now?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
There is precious. And there is pretentious. And there is a third P. But I cannot think of what it is.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
How many hours a day do you spend before the mirror? Four? Eight? Or only one or two? Perhaps I ought to define the term “mirror.”
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
Social Justice: the biggest racket of the twenty-first century (so far).
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
Culture: a product of restraint.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
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