The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.