Infobits Kids Quotes & Sayings

Today i want to talk to you, and you don't have time. Tomorrow you would desperately want to talk to me and I won't be around — Kunal Bhardwaj

But even now, with the crates piled high in the hall, what I see most plainly about the books is that they are beautiful. They take up room? Of course they do: they are an environment; atoms, not bits. My books are not dead weight, they are live weight - matter infused by spirit, every one of them, even the silliest. They do not block the horizon; they draw it. They free me from the prison of contemporaneity: one should not live only in one's own time. A wall of books is a wall of windows. — Leon Wieseltier

If you can spend enough time playing other people, you don't have to think too much about your own character motivations. — Dean Koontz

Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding. — Stephen King

True friendship ought never to conceal what it thinks. — St. Jerome

Studies are one thing, but then there's just the way bonobos make you feel. They're so "almost-human" on so many levels that science doesn't even know how to test yet. Just look into any bonobo's big brown eyes, and you may well feel like you're connecting with a living version of the Missing Link. — Susan Block

That's what our Rules engage us to do, to help poor persons, our lords and masters. — Vincent De Paul

You had to make your choice between survival and efficiency, though in the long run survival was optimum efficiency, no matter how much time and effort it took. — Philip Jose Farmer

The brilliant British mathematician, eccentric, and computer pioneer Alan Turing came up with the following test: A computer can be said to be intelligent if it can (on average) fool a human into mistaking it for another human. The converse should be true. A human can be said to be unintelligent if we can replicate his speech by a computer, which we know is unintelligent, and fool a human into believing that it was written by a human. Can one produce a piece of work that can be largely mistaken for Derrida entirely randomly? — Nassim Nicholas Taleb