If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer.

Relying on the government to protect your privacy is like asking a peeping tom to install your window blinds.

If all ideas have to be bought, then you have an intellectually regressive system that will assure you have a highly knowledgeable elite and an ignorant mass.

When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl.

We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before.

I ... believe that angels, or something like them, sometimes live among us, hidden within our fellow human beings.

I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.

We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.

You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than could be obtained by any of your impositions.

But groundless hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.

I mean I look forward to the day when I can be Republican again.

The blessing of resistance lies in its power to illuminate those aspects of ourselves which have eluded our appreciation.

If you want your tree to produce plenty o' fruit, you've got to cut it back from time to time. Same thing with your neural cells. Some people might call it brain damage. I call it prunin'.

My mother and dad played the fiddle and the guitar.

If you live your life burning for the highest possibility, in that burning itself, there is liberation.

Getting and becoming are siamese twins. If you want more than you have, you have to become more than you are.

I say you ought to write out 10 outrageous goals that are bigger than you because your life isn't meaningful or important unless you're on purpose about something way bigger than you are.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

An empty book is like an Infant's soul, in which anything may be written.

First sentences are doors to worlds.

Eternity is the divine treasure-house, and hope is the window, by means of which mortals are permitted to see, as through a glass darkly, the things which God is preparing.