The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
每个人都是天才。但如果硬要以鱼儿爬树的本领，来评估它的能力，它这辈子都会觉得自己是条蠢鱼。
The mind is an instrument for navigating reality.
The real danger is not that computers will begin to think like men, but that men will begin to think like computers.