Better extirpate the whole breed, root and branch. And this, unless the German people come to their senses, is what we propose to ...do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I come to one bush of berries so ripe it is a bush of flies, Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chines...e screen. The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:... Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying, boiling... In leads or oils? What old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and i...s it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who knows but that man is a victim of divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so constituted that one senses punishment everywhere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let's start with the three fundamental Rules of Robotics.... We have: one, a robot may not injure a human being, or, through inact...ion, allow a human being to come to harm. Two, a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. And three, a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We now come to the grand law of the system in which we are placed, as it has been developed by the experience of our race, and tha...t, in one word, is SACRIFICE!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Any owner of cats will know of what I speak. Cats come at dawn to sit on your bed. They may not nip your nose or inhale your breat...h or make a sound. They simply sit there and stare at you until you open one eyelid and spy them there about to drop dead for need of feeding. So it is with ideas. They come silently in the hour of trying to wake up and remember my name. The notions and fancies sit on the edge of my wits, whisper in my ears and then, if I don't rouse, give more than cats give: a good knock in the head, which gets me out and down to my typewriter before the ideas flee or die or both. In any event, I make the ideas come to me. I do not go to them. I provoke their patience by pretending disregard. This infuriates the latent creature until it is almost raving to be born and once born, nourished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »