The Answer to the Great Question OfLife, the Universe and EverythingIsForty-two.
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask:Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
To ask the hard question is simple.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
No wonder the really powerful men in our society, whether politicians or scientists, hold writers in contempt.Theydoit becausetheyget no evidence from modern literature that anybody is thinking about any significant question.
In Atlanta, the first question is'What's your business?' In Macon, it is 'Where do you go to church?' In Augusta they want your grandmother's maiden name.But in Savannah, the first question is'What would you like to drink?'
That is the essence of science: ask an impertinent question and you are on the way to a pertinent answer. 154
Vous savez ce qu'est le charme: une manie' re de s'entendre re pondre oui sans avoir pose aucune question claire. You know what charm is: a wayof getting theanswer yes without having asked any clear question.
Sometimes you have to learn how to give the right answer to the wrong question.
Politics are much discussed, so are banks, so is cotton. Quiet peopleavoid the question of the Presidencythe great constitutional feature of this institution being, that directly theacrimonyof the last election is over, the next one begins.
Consider Ireland. Thus you have a starving population, an absentee aristocracy, and an alien Churchand in addition, the weakest executive in the world. That is the Irish Question.
You've got to ask yourself a question, "Do I feel lucky?". Well do you, punk?
Le colonialisme accule le peuple domine a' se poser constamment la question: 'Qui suis-je en re alite ?' Colonialism forces the people it dominates to ask themselves the question constantly: 'In reality, who am I?' f
Nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes itto disappearor tomerge insomething else.
I never met anyone in Ireland who understood the Irish question, except one Englishman who had been there only a week.
The problem lay buried, unspoken, for many years in the minds of American women. It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered in the middle of the twentieth century in the United States.Eachsuburbanwifestruggledwith it alone. Asshe made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at nightshe was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question'Is this all?'
The question that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.
Question not, but live and labour Till yon goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbour, Seeking help from none; Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone: in another's trouble, in your own.
The poet is the unsatisfied child who dares to ask the difficult question which arises from the schoolmaster's answer to his simple question, and then the still more difficult question which arises from that.
I didn't know Whoor whatput the question, I don't know when it was put. I don't even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to Someoneor Somethingand from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal.
We've tended to forget that no computer will ever ask a new question.
A conjuring trick with bones only proves that it is as clever as a conjuring trick with bones A resuscitated corpse might be a resuscitated corpse and might be the sign of something, butthere isstill the questionof what it is the symbol of.
All forms of government fall when it comes up to the question of breadbread for the family, something to eat.Bread to a manwith a family comes firstbefore his union, before his citizenship, before his church affiliation. Bread!
The businessman dealing with a large political question is reallya painfulsight.It doesseemtomethat businessmen, with a fewexceptions, are worse when theycometo deal with politics than men of any other class.
Le style, pour l'e crivain aussi bien que pour le peintre, est une question non de technique mais de vision. For the writer as well as for the painter, style is not a question of technique, but of vision.
Answering the question as to whether we are winning that is a very difficult one.
I believe the right question to ask, respecting all ornament, is simply this: Was it done with enjoyment was the carver happy while he was about it?
The question that isso clearly in many potential parents' minds: 'Why should we stunt our ambitions and impoverish our lives in order to be insulted and looked down upon in our old age?'
[Gladstone] spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question.Unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the question.
I amso far likethemidwifethat I cannot myself give birth to wisdom, and the common reproach is true, that, though I question others,I can myself bring nothing to light because there is no wisdom in me.
For every philosopher, in every age, the first question must be:Just what is philosophy?
Just before she died she asked,'What is the answer?' No answer came. She laughed and said,'In that case what is the question?' Then she died.
'Pray, my dear,'quoth my mother,'have you not forgot to wind up the clock?''Good G?'cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time,'Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?'
A politician is a statesman who approaches every question with an open mouth.
Asked by the chairmantheusual question: 'Iunderstand, Mr Strachey, that you have a conscientious objection to war?' hereplied (inhis curiousfalsettovoice),'Ohno, not at all, only to this war.'Better thanthiswashisreply tothe chairman's other stock question, which had previously never failed to embarrass the claimant.'Tell me, Mr Strachey, what would youdoif yousawa Germansoldier trying to violate your sister?' With an air of noble virtue: 'I would try to get between them.'
The Red Cow was very respectable, shealways behaved like a perfect lady and she knew What was What. To her a thing was either black or whitethere was no question of it being grey or perhaps pink. People were good or they were badthere was nothing in between. Dandelions were either sweet or sourthere were never any moderately nice ones.
It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution.
It is the necessary nature of a political in this country to avoid, as long as it can be avoided, the consideration of any question which involves a great change The best carriage horses are those which can most steadily hold back against the coach as it trundles down the hill.
I am very glad that I see Rome while it yet exists; before a great number of years are elapsed, I question whether it will be worth seeing. Between the ignorance and poverty of the present Romans, every thing is neglected and falling to decay.
Der Philosoph behandelt eine Frage wie eine Krankheit. The philosopher's treatment of a question is like the treatment of an illness.
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