“Old people think young people haven’t learned about love. Young people think old people have forgotten about love.”

The cure for advanced gullibility is to go to sleep and consider matters again the next day.

I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.

I don’t subscribe to the thesis, ‘Let the buyer beware,’ I prefer the disregarded one that goes, ‘Let the seller be honest.’

The intelligent man is never bored.

If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.

Better to make a good future than predict a bad one.

You don’t have to be able to lay eggs to know when one of them is rotten.

There is no belief, however foolish, that will not gather its faithful adherents who will defend it to the death.

Any fool can tell a crisis when it arrives. The real service to the state is to detect it in embryo.

If I am right, then (religious fundamentalists) will not go to Heaven, because there is no Heaven. If they are right, then they will not go to Heaven, because they are hypocrites.

Feminine intuition? Is that what you wanted the robot for? You men. Faced with a woman reaching a correct conclusion and unable to accept the fact that she is your equal or superior in intelligence, you invent something called feminine intuition.

Since emotions are few and reasons are many (said the robot Giscard) the behavior of a crowd can be more easily predicted than the behavior of one person.

Man’s greatest asset is the unsettled mind.

All you have to do is take a close look at yourself and you will understand everyone else.

Nothing has to be true, but everything has to sound true.

Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.

Every word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present.

Forget a relationship, make it a partnership and build an empire.

Forgetting is power, & not a weakness. For if we could never forget how would our wounds ever heal.

She deserved the sun yet all he gave was rain and while she needed both to bloom she couldn’t forget the pain.

Teach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.

Somedays I wish we hadn’t met, and that this ache I could forget.

I remember so little that I can’t forget enough.

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.