Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
Computer Science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.
It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
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.