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I believe that the science of chemistry alone almost proves the existence of an intelligent creator.
I believe that the science of chemistry alone almost proves the existence of an intelligent creator.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and read more
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage - to move in the opposite direction.
All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large read more
All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value.
Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.
Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.
Definition of Statistics: The science of producing unreliable facts from reliable figures.
Definition of Statistics: The science of producing unreliable facts from reliable figures.
Of all my inventions, I liked the phonograph best. Life's most soothing things are sweet music and a child's goodnight.
Of all my inventions, I liked the phonograph best. Life's most soothing things are sweet music and a child's goodnight.
The robot is going to lose. Not by much. But when the final score is tallied, flesh and blood is read more
The robot is going to lose. Not by much. But when the final score is tallied, flesh and blood is going to beat the damn monster.
Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.
Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.
