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Prometheus is reaching out for the stars with an empty grin on his face. ↗

— Arthur Koestler

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The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life. ↗

— Arthur Koestler

#bleached #desert #discarded #eternal #eternal life

Let us choose to believe something good can happen. ↗

— J. Martin Kohe

#choose #good #happen #let us #something

We were united not only by political respect for each other, but also by deep mutual sympathy as people. ↗

— Helmut Kohl

#deep #each #mutual #only #other

After a week of back and forth, and forth and back over firearms, it's good to see a consensus developing on this common-sense amendment to keep handguns away from children. ↗

— Herb Kohl

#amendment #away #back #children #common-sense

We cannot and will not ban the creation of violent video games. But, we can prevent the distribution of these disturbing games to children, where their effects can be negative. ↗

— Herb Kohl

#cannot #children #creation #distribution #disturbing

During one or two summers, as well as part-time during the school year, I worked for a small Canadian company which developed electrical instruments for military planes. ↗

— Walter Kohn

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The basis, the corner-stone of this Government, was the perfect equality of the free, sovereign, and independent States which made it. ↗

— Robert Toombs

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I was born in 1923 into a middle class Jewish family in Vienna, a few years after the end of World War I, which was disastrous from the Austrian point of view. ↗

— Walter Kohn

#austrian #born #class #disastrous #end

I would go to parties and say I was an editor, and people, especially women – and that was important to me back then – would say, “Oh, really?” and raise their eyebrows and look at me a little more carefully. I remember the first party I went to after I became a teacher, someone asked me what I did for a living, and I said, “Well, I teach high school.” He looked over my shoulder, nodded his head, said, “I went to high school,” and walked away. Once I repeated this anecdote around a big table full of Mexican food in the garden at a place called La Choza in Chicago, and Becky Mueller, another teacher at the school, said that I was a “storyteller.” I liked that. I was looking for something to be other than “just” a teacher, and “storyteller” felt about right. I am a teacher and a storyteller in that order. I have made my living and my real contribution to my community as a teacher, and I have been very lucky to have found that calling, but all through the years I have entertained myself and occasionally other people by telling stories. ↗

— Peter Ferry

#careers #humor #learning #teaching #travel