The computer reminds one of Lon Chaney – it is the machine of a thousand faces.
The computer is the ultimate polluter: its feces are indistinguishable from the food it produces.
When someone says “I want a programming language in which I need only say what I wish done,” give him a lollipop.
Interfaces keep things tidy, but don’t accelerate growth: Functions do.
Don’t have good ideas if you aren’t willing to be responsible for them.