Quotes About Intelligence

Wow, brains as well as boobs.

Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

I'm not stupid, you know. Quit bragging.

A great chessplayer is not a great man, for he leaves the world as he found it.

Oh, yes. I'm terribly smart. Wouldn't it have been nice... to be intelligent?

Our intelligence cannot wall itself up alive, like a pupa in a chrysalis. It must at any cost keep on speaking terms with the universe that engendered it.

Of course we measure ourselves by many standards. Our strength and our intelligence, our wealth and even our good luck, are things which warm our heart and make us feel ourselves a match for life. But deeper than all such things, and able to suffice until itself without them, is the sense of the amount of effort which we can put forth.

Our impulsive belief is here always what sets up the original body of truth, and our articulately verbalized philosophy is but its showy translation into formulas. The unreasoned and immediate assurance is the deep thing in us, the reasoned argument is but a surface exhibition. Instinct leads, intelligence does but follow.

She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.

Just thugs only ever got so far. The best thugs were all psychologists.

How do you...? What is it you're doing?" he said to Vardy as the man took a breath, mid-insight. What do you call that? Billy thought. That reconstitutitive intelligence, berserker meme-splicing, seeing in nothings first patterns, then correspondence, then causality and dissident sense. Vardy even smiled. "Paranoid," he said. "Theology.

They are too stupid to fear. Vertigo is too complex for them.

And even if you're right, the CIA paid millions of dollars to men trying to kill goats by staring at them," I said.

I do not dream, der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream.

One moment it was a calculating machine, attempting dispassionately to keep up with the gouts of data. And then awash in those gouts, something metal twitched and a patter of valves sounded that had not been instructed by those numbers. A loop of data was self-generated by the analytical engine. The processor reflected on its creation in a hiss of high-pressure steam. One moment it was a calculating machine. The next, it thought.

Spending time with most automa is like accompanying someone brutally cognitively damaged, but Ehrsul was a friend. "Come save me from the village idiots," she sometimes said to me after downloading updates alongside other automa.

As well as being a fascist, he's just not very clever

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

The Weaver is a really godlike power. It's not even a blind idiot god, a sort of Lovecraft thing, it's just a purely capricious god. It's an intelligence you can't understand, so you can't trust it." -Amazon.com interview

Good fortune is a benefit to the wise, but a curse to the foolish.

One never needs their humor as much as when they argue with a fool.

He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.

Those who do not read are no better off than those who cannot.

One never needs their humor as much a when they argue with a fool