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2025-04-24T15:09:57

Try to value useful qualities in one who loves you.

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2025-04-24T15:09:41

Your talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded.

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2025-04-24T03:37:50

Live in a world of your own, but always welcome visitors.

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2025-04-23T23:14:42

Don't read everything you believe.

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2025-04-23T13:09:06

For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels, each delved into a hill, and about each was set a wall, and in each wall was a gate. -- J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Return of the King" [Quoted in "VMS Internals and Data Structures", V4.4, when referring to system overview.]

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2025-04-22T11:03:12

Q: How did you get into artificial intelligence? A: Seemed logical -- I didn't have any real intelligence.

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2025-04-22T05:47:22

You dialed 5483.

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2025-04-21T21:22:46

The only people for me are the mad ones -- the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles. -- Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"

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2025-04-21T17:48:35

You may my glories and my state dispose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. -- William Shakespeare, "Richard II"

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2025-04-21T16:45:21

His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circum- stances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could. It was in the days of the rains that their prayers went up, not from the fingering of knotted prayer cords or the spinning of prayer wheels, but from the great pray-machine in the monastery of Ratri, goddess of the Night. The high-frequency prayers were directed upward through the atmosphere and out beyond it, passing into that golden cloud called the Bridge of the Gods, which circles the entire world, is seen as a bronze rainbow at night and is the place where the red sun becomes orange at midday. Some of the monks doubted the orthodoxy of this prayer technique... -- Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"

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