. . . obsessions are always dangerous.
Science has taught us that what we see and touch is not what is really there.
Both induction and deduction, reasoning from the particular and the general, and back again from the universal to the specific, form the essence to scientific thinking.
Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.
Time has been called God's way of making sure that everything doesn't happen at once. In the same spirit, noise is Nature's way of making sure that we don't find out everything that happens. Noise, in short, is the protector of information.
The problem of defining exactly what is meant by the signal velocity, which cropped up as long ago as 1907, has not been solved.
To put it one way, a collection of Shakespeare's plays is richer than a phone book that uses the same number of letters; to put it another, the essence of information lies in the relationships among bits, not their sheer number.
Audrey Hepburn, as famous as she was, packed her own suitcases. . . I don’t know why that struck me, but it did. 'She has a servant’s heart,' I thought.
Why are we honoring this man? Have we run out of human beings?
She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.
Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.