So I'm just waiting until one party or the other actually gets a moral compass and a backbone.

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.

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

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.

Ever notice that phrenologists have funny-shaped heads?

There is nothing to be gained by waiting for a better situation. You see where you are and you do what you can with that.

I tend to prefer traveling in the Third World countries. Like Ethiopia. Or Eritrea.

Don't give in! Make your own trail. Don't moan. Don't complain. Think positively.

One genius has made many clever artists.

A great variety of reading confuses and does not teach. It makes the student like a man who dwells everywhere and, therefore, nowhere in particular.

But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.

I just think [Gangster Party Line] is funny and stupid and all the dudes in it are real dudes. It's just a funny construction.

Love is as strong as death; its jealousy as unyielding as the grave. It burns like a blazing fire; like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love, rivers cannot wash it away

Agents are still asking for millions of dollars for actors that don't sell one ticket.