There reigns in the broken human heart a feeling of discord, a lack of congruence between what is and what ought to be (Augustine, Conf. 5).
The AI does not hate you, nor does it love you, but you are made out of atoms which it can use for something else.
People who are not blessed with the ability to make others laugh compensate for that by saying (or trying to say) things that are profound.
We human beings regard ourselves as (or compare ourselves to) animals only when it suits us.
One love, one heart, one destiny.
The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.
Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame.
Keep an eye on your responses. Strong responses are about you more than them.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.
Living life without a goal is like sailing the sea without a compass.