I absolutely don’t believe in anything. Full stop. Including luck.
To our critical eyes, the threads of which the past is woven are, by nature, endless and indivisible. Scientifically speaking, we cannot grasp the absolute beginning of anything: everything extends backwards to be prolonged by something else.
The man whose life is devoted to paperwork has lost the initiative. He is dealing with things that are brought to his notice, having ceased to notice anything for himself.
It doesn’t cost anything to replicate code. So the companies that make code, that’s why they’ve done so well. We take it for granted now, but why is it that code is free? It’s because somebody built this self-replicating process.
I believe it is impossible to be sure of anything.
Our culture is intent on taking the lines out of people’s faces – surgically, with costly creams, and with fear and trembling – when, in fact, the opposite should be the case. As artists know, if there is anything behind a face, that face improves with age.
A gentleman opposed to their enfranchisement once said to me, women have never produced anything of any value to the world. I told him the chief product of the women had been the men, and left it to him to decide whether the product was of any value.
Whatever universe a professor believes in must at any rate be a universe that lends itself to lengthy discourse. A universe definable in two sentences is something for which the professorial intellect has no use. No faith in anything of that cheap kind!
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
Being happy is of the utmost importance. Success in anything is through happiness.