Gegevensbescherming Quotes & Sayings

You probe with bayonets: if you find mush, you push. If you find steel, you withdraw — Vladimir Lenin

What's really going on is, on your iPhone, you have 200 apps, and they're all collecting a little data on you. Twitter knows a certain thing, Foursquare knows something else, my Fitbit app knows something else, my Waze app knows something else. — Robert Scoble

Don't piss off your neighbors, I guess, Conner said. — Chris Colfer

Citing C. S. Lewis, Rachael Givens writes, "God allows spiritual peaks to subside into (often extensive) troughs in order [to have] 'servants who can finally become Sons,' 'stand[ing] up on [their] own legs - to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish . . . growing into the sort of creature He wants [them] to be.' " [12] — Terryl L. Givens

I was involved in the Great Folk Music scare back in the sixties, when it almost caught on. — Martin Mull

I never promised to take you to Europe. I told you we could visit your sister in Texas. — Terri Reid

I'm glad to be here. I'm glad to be anywhere. — Keith Richards

We have entered an Orwellian era in which entitlement replaces responsibility, coercion is described as compassion, compulsory redistribution is called sharing, race quotas substitute for diversity, and suicide is prescribed as 'death with dignity.' Political discourse has become completely corrupted. The reason is that if you tell people directly that you want to raise their taxes, transfer their wealth, count them by skin color, or let doctors kill them, most will object. Statists know this and therefore are obliged to obfuscate. — Theodore J. Forstmann

If God does not exist, then everything is permissible. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

In sum, the Court's conclusion that a constitutionally adequate recount is impractical is a prophecy the Court's own judgment will not allow to be tested. Such an untested prophecy should not decide the Presidency of the United States. I dissent. — Ruth Bader Ginsburg

When I am dead, I will not hurt anymore, will it Mama? ... When I am dead, build me a little monument of stones in the woods. — Alexei Nikolaevich