The way a child discovers the world constantly replicates the way science began. You start to notice what's around you, and you ge...t very curious about how things work. How things interrelate. It's as simple as seeing a bug that intrigues you. You want to know where it goes at night; who its friends are; what it eats.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Has the art of politics no apparent utility? Does it appear to be unqualifiedly ratty, raffish, sordid, obscene, and low down, and... its salient virtuosi a gang of unmitigated scoundrels? Then let us not forget its high capacity to soothe and tickle the midriff, its incomparable services as a maker of entertainment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dizzy: Say, don't you think about anything but flying? When did the bug first bite you? Tommy: You remember the day Lindy cam...e back from Paris?... I was only a kid, but I'll never forget it. They wrote "Welcome Home" with smoke across the sky and signed it QB.... I didn't even know what QB meant. Then someone told me about the quiet burglar. Old pilots joining together to help the flying game. I loved that. They seemed apart from ordinary people. Dizzy: Oh they were. That, that first QB hanger was a great place. Each pilot had his own drinking mug, and whenever one got bumped off, they put the mug on the shelf over the bar, bottom up, and your first drink was always a silent toast to the shelf.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,... is not that it all fits together like clockwork--for it doesn't ... but that it all flows so freely wild, like the creek, that it all surges in such a free, finged tangle. Freedom is the world's water and weather, the world's nourishment freely given, its soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
After all, what is reading but a vice, like drink or venery or any other form of excessive self-indulgence? One reads to tickle an...d amuse one's mind; one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence....
We'll sport and be free with Frank, Betty, and Dolly, Have lobsters and oysters to cure melancholy; Fish dinners will make a man spring like a flea, Dame Venus, love's lady, was born of the sea; With her and with Bacchus we'll tickle the sense, For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »