Any medium powerful enough to extend man's reach is powerful enough to topple his world.

The best way to predict the future is to invent it.

People who are really serious about software should make their own hardware.

Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.

The most disastrous thing that you can ever learn is your first programming language.

Don't worry about what anybody else is going to do. The best way to predict the future is to invent it.

The greatest single programming language ever designed

I don't know how many of you have ever met Dijkstra, but you probably know that arrogance in computer science is measured in nano-Dijkstras.

I made up the term "object-oriented," and I can tell you I did not have C++ in mind.

Most software today is very much like an Egyptian pyramid with millions of bricks piled on top of each other, with no structural integrity, but just done by brute force and thousands of slaves.

Perspective is worth 80 IQ points.

Now that a full flood of music has swept over our country, let Nikhil practise his scales, while we rouse the land with our cracked voices[.]

A philosopher goes where the truth leads and has no patience with mere emotion.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

Heads of warring nations could learn a lot about how to achieve lasting peace by watching dogs and cats who live in the same house.

To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated, but not be able to say it.

I could not without vile hypocrisy and a miserable truckling to the smile of the world ... profess to join in worship which I wholly disapprove.

I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.

I am really sobered by what's happening to ecosystems around our planet and to the wildlife that is to be found there.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis. Shinin', like "Who on top of this?