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You can't expect to hit the jackpot if you don't put a few nickels in the machine.
You can't expect to hit the jackpot if you don't put a few nickels in the machine.
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.
Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.
Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.
We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology.
We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology.
The cell phone has transformed public places into giant phone-a-thons in which callers exist within narcissistic cocoons of private conversations. read more
The cell phone has transformed public places into giant phone-a-thons in which callers exist within narcissistic cocoons of private conversations. Like faxes, computer modems and other modern gadgets that have clogged out lives with phony urgency, cell phones represent the 20th Century's escalation of imaginary need. We didn't need cell phones until we had them. Clearly, cell phones cause not only a breakdown of courtesy, but the atrophy of basic skills.
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.
What hath God wrought?
What hath God wrought?
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
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.
