A Quote by Jaron Lanier

Software breaks before it bends, so it demands perfection in a universe that prefers statistics. — © Jaron Lanier
Software breaks before it bends, so it demands perfection in a universe that prefers statistics.
A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.
A country that demands moral perfection in its foreign policy will achieve neither perfection nor security.
When a politician bends the truth or a CEO breaks a promise, trust takes a beating.
Woman is like the reed which bends to every breeze, but breaks not in the tempest.
I named my software 'EMAIL,' (a term never used before in the English language), and I even received the first U.S. Copyright for that software, officially recognizing me as The Inventor of Email, at a time when Copyright was the only way to recognize software inventions, since the U.S. Supreme Court was not recognizing software patents.
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.
In spite of all similarities, every living situation has, like a newborn child, a new face, that has never been before and will never come again. It demands of you a reaction that cannot be prepared beforehand. It demands nothing of what is past. It demands presence, responsibility; it demands you.
I'm not of the opinion that all software will be open source software. There is certain software that fits a niche that is only useful to a particular company or person: for example, the software immediately behind a web site's user interface. But the vast majority of software is actually pretty generic.
The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.
By ecstasy I mean inner joyousness, and by inner joyousness I mean those inspirational fires which burn within the consciousness of great geniuses, fires which give to them an inconquerable vitality of spirit which breaks down all barriers as wheat bends before the wind.
The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.
The universe has no mind and that's why it can never reach perfection! Perfection is the art of meticulous high-mind!
I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one. . . . But from what I see I am sure it bends toward justice.
Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.
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