Where there's dope, there's hope!

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.

I'd like to see you move up to the goat class, where I think you belong.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot named Pete Something-or-other, which has come out of a General Electric factory, and to his surprise see it weep and bleed. And the dying robot may shoot back and, to its surprise, see a wisp of gray smoke arise from the electric pump that it supposed was Mr. White's beating heart. It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.