Our permanent address is tommorrow.

World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.

As technology advances, it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning.

Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.

Madison Avenue is a very powerful aggression against private consciousness. A demand that you yield your private consciousness to public manipulation.

The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.

The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

In an age of multiple and massive innovations, obsolescence becomes the major obsession.

If you don’t choose what you want, others will give you their choices.

Place your mind before the mirror of eternity! Place your soul in the brilliance of glory! And transform your entire being into the image of the Godhead Itself through contemplation.

Self-acceptance is involved in this process. You have got to be able to look at both your dark and your light side and not get enamored or depressed by either.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

I believe in the absolute oneness of God and, therefore, also of humanity. I have always believed God to be without form. What I did hear was like a Voice from afar, and yet quite near.

If you in any way abate the doctrine of hell, it will abate your zeal.

Normally when I read, I don't like music playing.

Benign neglect, bordering on sloth, remains the hallmark of our investment process.