Said the little boy, Sometimes I drop my spoon. Said the little old man, I do that too. The little boy whispered, I wet my pants. I do too, laughed the old man. Said the little boy, I often cry. The old man nodded. So do I. But worst of all, said the boy, it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me. And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean, said the little old man. Written by Shel Silverstein : The Little Boy and Old Man
Mark Twain in Nikola Tesla's apartment, New York 1894 The high-voltage current is being passed through the human body to bring the lamp to incandescence. Tesla's friend, Mark Twain, is holding the loop above the resonating coil. Tesla is in the background. Originally published as part of an article by T.C. Martin called "Tesla's Oscillator and Other Inventions" that appeared in the Century Magazine (April 1895)
Neil deGrasse Tyson /// I don't guess you'll ever make sense to me, but I found you. I found you so I don't know what's the sense in playing games still - you know? Will you stop playing games and just come @ me straight?
“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” – Elie Wiesel (born September 30, 1928), a Hungarian-born Jewish-American writer, professor, political activist, Nobel Laureate, and Holocaust survivor.