A person cries out in life because it's lonely and because life's been broken off from whatever created it. But no matter how much you hate life, you love it too. It's like a caldron boiling with everything you have to have, but very painful to the lips.

I cry for those not yet dead.

What do such machines really do? They increase the number of things we can do without thinking. Things we do without thinking-there’s the real danger.

Memory never recaptures reality. Memory reconstructs. All reconstructions change the original, becoming external frames of reference that inevitably fall short.

Madness in method, that's genius

Every judgment teeters on the brink of error. To claim absolute knowledge is to become monstrous. Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.

And always, he fought the temptation to choose a clear, safe course, warning 'That path leads ever down into stagnation.