Estoy totalmente de acuerdo con la famosa cita de sir isaac newton, uno de los científicos genio y un gran filósofo: "Yo era como un niño jugando en la orilla del mar, y divirtiéndome ahora y luego encontrar un guijarro más liso o una concha más bonita que ordinario, mientras el gran océano de la verdad yacía todo sin descubrir antes que yo. "A mi juicio, esta cita y proceso de pensamiento subyacente son los mejores ejemplos de la humildad y la modestia tanto como la auto-realización alcanzado por una mente brillante. cuando pensamos en nuestros logros, no importa lo grande que los que están en la cantidad o la forma excepcional en la calidad, nos damos cuenta y apreciamos que el gran océano de la verdad todavía pone todo por descubrir, sin embargo, a la espera de millones y billones de solicitantes como nosotros, que aún no se han llegará en las próximas generaciones. pensativo de la cita de Newton, que la verdad honesta, sin duda nos trae de vuelta a la realidad, y bajar a la tierra, para que no se olvide.
I fully agree with the famous quote by Sir Isaac Newton, one of the genius scientists and a great philosopher: “I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” In my view, this quote and underlying thought process are the best examples of humility and modesty as much as the self-realization attained by a brilliant mind. When we think about our accomplishments, no matter how huge those are in quantity or how outstanding in quality, we realize and appreciate that the great ocean of truth still lays all undiscovered, yet awaiting millions and trillions of seekers like us, who are yet to arrive in next generations. Newton's thoughtful quote, that honest truth, certainly brings us back to reality, and down to earth, lest we forget.
Winston Churchill was not entirely British. His mother was American, making Sir Winston part Iroquois Indian.
To Robert Fulton: What, sir, would you make a ship sail against the wind and currents by lighting a bonfire under her deck? I pray you excuse me, I have no time to listen to such nonsense.
A man said to the universe 'Sir, I exist' 'However,' replied the universe. 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.'
A formula for answering controversial letters -- without even reading the letters Dear Sir (or Madame) You may be right.
A fox may steal your hens, Sir, a whore your health and pence, Sir, your daughter rob your chest, Sir, your wife may steal your rest, Sir, a thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, with rest, pence, chest and chicken; it ever was decreed, Sir, if lawyer's hand is feed, Sir, he steals your whole estate.
A man said to the Universe: "Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the Universe,
"the fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
I know not, sir whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
If you really must beat the measure, sir, let me entreat you to do so in time, and not half a beat ahead.
Keeping accounts, Sir, is of no use when a man is spending his own money, and has nobody to whom he is to account. You won't eat less beef today, because you have written down what it cost yesterday.
One of the most appalling comments on our present way of life is that half of all the beds in our hospitals are reserved for patients with nervous and mental troubles, patients who have collapsed under the crushing burden of accumulated yesterdays and fearful tomorrows. Yet a vast majority of those people would be walking the streets today, leading happy, useful lives, if they had only heeded the words of Jesus: "Have no anxiety about the morrow"; or the words of Sir William Osler; "Live in day-tight compartments.
Players, Sir! I look on them as no better than creatures set upon tables and joint stools to make faces and produce laughter, like dancing dogs.
See, this CD is in stores. The only way I could get my last CD into a store was to take one in there and leave it. “Sir, you forgot this!” “No, I did not. That is for ‘sale’. Please alphabetize ‘it’.”
Sir, he throws away his money without thought and without merit. I do not call a tree generous that sheds its fruit at every breeze.
Sir, it is not God who will assemble us on the battlefield, nor position our troops, nor place the cannon, and it is not God who will aim the musket.
So. The time has come for me to get my kite flying, stretch out in the sun, kick off my shoes, and speak my piece. 'The days of struggle are over,' I should be able to say. 'I can look back now and tell myself I don't have a single regret.' But I do. Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. 'Harpo, my boy,' he said, 'I'm going to give you three pieces of advice, three things you should always remember.' My heart jumped and I glowed with expectation. I was going to hear the magic password to a rich, full life from the master himself. 'Yes, sir' I said. And he told me the three things. I regret that I've forgotten what they were.
Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugationthe last arguments to which kings resort.
The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps.
There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. It is vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peacebut there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!