I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
So act that your principle of action might safely be made a law for the whole world.
The knowledge of the world is only to be acquired in the world, and not in a closet.
Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.
The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.