Morse Quotes

“Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws—discoveries of such importance that the 8th of May, 1618, may be called the birth-day of modern science; that Newton gave to the world the Method of Fluxions, the Theory of Universal Gravitation, and the Decomposition of Light; that Euclid, Cavalieri, Descartes, and Leibniz, almost completed the science of mathematics; that all the discoveries in optics, hydrostatics, pneumatics and chemistry, the experiments, discoveries, and inventions of Galvani, Volta, Franklin and Morse, of Trevithick, Watt and Fulton and of all the pioneers of progress—that all this was accomplished by uninspired men, while the writer of the Pentateuch was directed and inspired by an infinite God? Is it possible that the codes of China, India, Egypt, Greece and Rome were made by man, and that the laws recorded in the Pentateuch were alone given by God? Is it possible that Æschylus and Shakespeare, Burns, and Beranger, Goethe and Schiller, and all the poets of the world, and all their wondrous tragedies and songs are but the work of men, while no intelligence except the infinite God could be the author of the Pentateuch? Is it possible that of all the books that crowd the libraries of the world, the books of science, fiction, history and song, that all save only one, have been produced by man? Is it possible that of all these, the bible only is the work of God?”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“Morse stared morosely at the blotting paper. "It's just not my sort of case, Lewis. I know it's not a very nice thing to say, but I just get on better when we've got a body - a body that died from unnatural causes. That's all I ask. And we haven't got a body.”
― Colin Dexter, Last Seen Wearing

“Walters looked quizzically at Morse, who sat reading one of the glossy 'porno' magazines he had brought from upstairs.

"You still sex-mad, I see, Morse," said the surgeon.

"I don't seem to be able to shake it off, Max." Morse turned over a page. "And you don't improve much either, do you? You've been examining all our bloody corpses for donkey's years, and you still refuse to tell us when they died.”
― Colin Dexter, The Dead of Jericho

“He'd no time for reports. He suspected that about 95% of the written word was never read by anyone anyway.”
― Colin Dexter, Last Bus to Woodstock

“Mr. Charles Dickens was serializing his novel Oliver Twist; Mr. Draper had just taken the first photograph of the moon, freezing her pale face on cold paper; Mr. Morse had recently announced a way of transmitting messages down metal wires. Had you mentioned magic or Faerie to any of them, they would have smiled at you disdainfully, except, perhaps for Mr. Dickens, at the time a young man, and beardless. He would have looked at you wistfully.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“Voor ik dook
In de branding van je hart
Voor ik verdronk
In de golven van je haar

Voor ik de bodem raakte
De deining van je dijen
Voor ik aanspoelde
Mee met je getijden

Als een soort morse varen we uit
Geen barst geen lek in onze schuit
Laten we kapzeisen

Voor ik je schip kaapte
Me aan de sprong waagde
Voor onze zeilen je adem aanvaardden
Voor we de horizon zagen

We varen tot de evenaar
En zal ik jou ooit evenaren?
Voor ik je uitwaaide

Voor de storm
Doofde je de laatste kaars
Voor ik verdronk
Verspeelde ik mijn laatste kans

Als een soort morse over zee
Maken we spelfouten alle twee
Of is liefde geen spel?”
― Willem Ardui