It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.

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.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.

I never liked the idea of doing what a machine says. I hate having to salute something built in a factory.