Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.

Machines can only find what ignorant men have programmed them to find.

Why do people in this age think their own impoverished lives must be the norm of the universe?

There are some ideas so stupid that only intellectuals can believe in them, particularly left-wing intellectuals.

Will none wipe the sneer off the face of the cosmos?

Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.

My knowledge of the human psyche is as yet imperfect. Certain areas won't yield to computation.