Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn't say anything.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.