An Algorithm is simply a recipe: take two eggs, beat them, stir in a heated pan with some butter for a few moments—hey presto, a small bowl of scrambled eggs.

An Algorithm is an automated past, where, for example, the programming of self-driving cars always represent past states of human style.

Algorithm is a word used by programmers when they do not want to explain what they did.

Astrology is framed by the devil.

Astrology is a bunch of hooey; any self-respecting Sagittarius will tell you that; they're skeptical.

Astrology is true, but the astrologers cannot find it.

Astrology is true, but the astrologers cannot find it.

The Critic is someone who finds what isn't there.

The Critic is a louse in the locks of literature.

The Critic is the strategist in the camp of literature.

The Critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.

The Crowd is always wrong. Wisdom is doing everything it does not do.

The Crowd is always a mass grave that death never visited.

A Crowd is not company.

The Crowd is chaotic by nature — Nothing is so uncertain or so inestimable as the disposition of a crowd.