Quotations of the day
Oct 21st, 2007
AP
Posted: 2007-10-20 03:41:42
The Associated Press
“My yellow brick road just came short of the White House this time.” – Republican Sen. Sam Brownback of Kansas, abandoning his 2008 presidential bid.
“I believe no nation can forever suppress its own people. And we are confident that the day is coming when freedom’s tide will reach the shores of Burma.” – President Bush , imposing new sanctions to punish Myanmar ’s military-run government and its backers.
“If it had killed only Benazir Bhutto then it would have been OK.” – Mahmoud Al Hasan, a leader of the militant group Hezb-ul-Mujahedeen, who condemned the assassination attempt on Pakistan’s former prime minister because civilians were killed.
October 21st, 2007 at 6:17 pm
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Here’s my Qutote for the Day:
Hamlet–for Burma
“To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch[1] and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.”