You want a better world. Does anybody want a worse one?
Being
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
—Cunningham
The coward burdens himself with obligations to have unassailable reasons not to act courageously.
Evil is the officer corps in the army of stupid.
Good, like happiness, is best achieved by indirection.
As robots become more like humans, so humans become more like robots.
It is a fundamental human desire to hear one’s own eulogy.
Identity is partly inherited, and partly chosen, and not at all declared.
We are to the immense wealth that swaddles us and the conditions that produced it as a fish to water — scarcely aware of it and shortly dead without it.
To live is to close one’s options.
The ideal aristocrat resembles the dogs of which he is so fond — steadfast, loyal, wedded to tradition, and just a bit thick.