He that lives in a college, after his mind is sufficiently stocked with learning, is like a man, who having built, rigged, and victualled, a ship, should lock her up in a dry dock
Edmund Burke – The Annual Register (A View of the History, Politicks and Literature of the Year), 1758
Racing is life. Anything that happens before or after, is just waiting
Steve McQueen, Le Mans, 1971, http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067334/
Let there be justice for all.
Let there be peace for all.
Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all.
Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfill themselves.
Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another
Nelson Mandela, Inauguration as President of South Africa, 10th May 1994
What is a man now to do with his mind
When it’s working overtime
Chase and Status, Blind Faith, 2011
Why is the mind in the head? Because there, and only there, are hosts of possible connections to be formed as time and circumstance demand. Each new connection serves to set the stage for others yet to come and better fitted to adapt us to the world, for through the cortex pass the greatest inverse feedbacks whose function is the purposive life of the human intellect. The joy of creating ideals, new and eternal, in and of a world, old and temporal, robots have it not.
McCulloch, W. S. (1965). Embodiments of mind. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press.
If it is going to be a world without any time for sentiment, Grant, then it is not a world that I wish to live in.
George, A Single Man, 2009
I left her, i fear, at the mercy of her friends. That, i do regret.
Lord Tebbit, House of Lords, Tributes to Baroness Thatcher, 10th April 2013
Nothing really is work. Unless you’d rather be doing something else…
Karen Brady, The Apprentice, 2013
get me airbed blown up in me van… bit of a wank and go to sleep… proper!
Guy Martin, TT3D Closer to the Edge 2011
You can’t treat the working man this way! One day, we’ll form a union and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve! Then we’ll go too far, and get corrupt and shiftless, and the Japanese will eat us alive!
The Japanese?! Those sandal-wearing goldfish-tenders? Bosh, flim-shaw!