You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
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.
It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.