There's a period of life when we swallow a knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.
Knowledge conquered by labor becomes a possession - a property entirely our own.
There is however another purpose to which academies contribute. When they consist of a limited number of persons eminent for their knowledge it becomes an object of ambition to be admitted on their list.
At each increase of knowledge as well as on the contrivance of every new tool human labour becomes abridged.
Knowledge becomes evil if the aim be not virtuous.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Every major player is working on this technology of artificial intelligence. As of now it's benign... but I would say that the day is not far off when artificial intelligence as applied to cyber warfare becomes a threat to everybody.
It becomes a giant's task to compute the result when the effect of cross seas wind at all angles and ever varying force arched surfaces head resistance ratio of weight to area and the intelligence of the guiding power crop up.
In other cases when the medium becomes entranced the demonstration of a communicator's separate intelligence may become stronger and the sophistication less.
I think intelligence is usually sexy until it becomes irritating. After that you're stuck.
I mean we must act with intelligence. We must work on this framework so that immigration becomes an asset to both nations. Believe me what - just the Mayor Bloomberg said here in New York that this city would be stopped totally stopped if it were not by the immigrants working here.
Undernourished intelligence becomes like the bloated belly of a starving child: swollen filled with nothing the body can use.
Man becomes man only by his intelligence but he is man only by his heart.
Learning how to be still to really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance.
The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's smile at someone and receive a smile in return are to me continual spiritual exercises.
Regardless of who originally made it popular any hit song becomes a challenge to the ingenuity and imagination of other musicians and performers.
If we divine a discrepancy between a man's words and his character the whole impression of him becomes broken and painful he revolts the imagination by his lack of unity and even the good in him is hardly accepted.
An opera begins long before the curtain goes up and ends long after it has come down. It starts in my imagination it becomes my life and it stays part of my life long after I've left the opera house.
Absurdity is what I like most in life and there's humor in struggling in ignorance. If you saw a man repeatedly running into a wall until he was a bloody pulp after a while it would make you laugh because it becomes absurd.
I'm always amazed when a pitcher becomes angry at a hitter for hitting a home run off him. When I strike out I don't get angry at the pitcher I get angry at myself. I would think that if a pitcher threw up a home run ball he should be angry at himself.
I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.
The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbours kindle it at home communicate it to others and it becomes the property of all.
It would be incredibly presumptuous and self-serving of me to believe that Facebook was the end of history. The only way it could possibly be the end of history is if it becomes some sort of artificial super intelligence that takes over the world.
Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.
I do seem to like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.