Ai Quotes
|
Can vei la lauzeta mover De joi sas alas contra·l rai, Que s'oblid'e·s laissa chazer Per la doussor c'al cor li vai, Ai, tan grans enveya m'en ve De cui qu'eu veya jauzïon.
|
More Ai Quotes
If you want to build a recursively self-improving ai, have it go through a billion sequential self-modifications, become vastly smarter than you, and not die, you've got to work to a pretty precise standard.
eliezer yudkowsky— Question 12 in Less Wrong Q&A with Eliezer Yudkowsky (January 2010)
Any aeai [A.I., artificial intelligence] smart enough to pass a Turing test is smart enough to know to fail it.
— Ian McDonald (2006) River of Gods. p.42
Era già l'ora che volge il disioai navicanti e 'ntenerisce il corelo dì ch'han detto ai dolci amici addio;e che lo novo peregrin d'amorepunge, se ode squilla di lontanoche paia il giorno pianger che si more.
dante alighieri— It was now the hour that turns back the longing of seafarers and melts their hearts, the day they have bidden dear friends farewell, and pierces the new traveler with love if he hears in the distance the bell that seems to mourn the dying day.
— Canto VIII, lines 1-6.
Bel companho, en chantan vos apel!No dormatz plus, qu'eu auch chantar l'auzelQue vai queren lo jorn per lo boschatgeEt ai paor que.l gilos vos assatgeEt ades sera l'alba.
giraut de bornelh— Fair friend, in singing I call you:Sleep no longer, for I hear the bird singWho goes seeking day through the woodAnd I fear that the jealous one will attack you,And soon it will be dawn!
— "Reis glorios", line 11; translation from Gale Sigal Erotic Dawn-Songs of the Middle Ages (1996) p. 148.
Quest’ oltraggio è fatto ai Dei,I quai, se non han cura di se stessi,Non vi curate voi di vendicarli.
giovanni rucellai— Act V (Coro).
— Translation: This is an insult offered to the Gods,And if the Gods themselves make light of it.It is not in your hands that vengeance lies.
— Translation reported in Harbottle's Dictionary of quotations French and Italian (1904), p. 403.
Tu m’as donné ta boue et j’en ai fait de l’or.
Charles Baudelaire— You gave me your mud and I have turned it to gold."Ébauche d’un épilogue pour la 2e édition," Les Fleurs du Mal (1861), Appendice II: Autres pièces [4]
Quest’ oltraggio è fatto ai Dei, I quai, se non han cura di se stessi, Non vi curate voi di vendicarli.
— Act V (Coro).
— Translation: This is an insult offered to the Gods,
And if the Gods themselves make light of it.
It is not in your hands that vengeance lies.
— Translation reported in Harbottle's Dictionary of quotations French and Italian (1904), p. 403.
Bel companho, en chantan vos apel! No dormatz plus, qu'eu auch chantar l'auzel Que vai queren lo jorn per lo boschatge Et ai paor que.l gilos vos assatge Et ades sera l'alba.
— Fair friend, in singing I call you:
Sleep no longer, for I hear the bird sing
Who goes seeking day through the wood
And I fear that the jealous one will attack you,
And soon it will be dawn!
— "Reis glorios", line 11; translation from Gale Sigal Erotic Dawn-Songs of the Middle Ages (1996) p. 148.
Ni bu amser na charwn… Yn y dydd ai un ai dwy.
— There never has been a time when I did not fall in love with one or two in a single day.
— "Merched Llanbadarn" (The Girls of Llanbadarn), line 13; translation from Kenneth Hurlstone Jackson (ed. and trans.) A Celtic Miscellany (Harmondsworth: Penguin, [1951] 1975) p. 209.
I made the mistake of watching "A.I." on cable the week they showed it about 792 times, and I ended up watching it every time it was on.
joe bob briggs— A.I. review[2]
I expected too much of educators. I expected them to understand, in a sense, the sugar-coated concepts of LISP used in ai that were embodied in the Logo language. It was then that I learned that computers were built to make money, not minds.
gary kildall— Unpublished memoir Computer Connections, on the prevalence of BASIC in programming education; quoted in a eulogy delivered by Tom Rolander
Is it still "artificial intelligence" when the task is to model human stupidity, or would only preventing its devastating consequences get an "ai" rating?
erik naggum— Re: Harlequin was: Re: Is LISP dying? (Usenet article)
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.
eliezer yudkowsky— Artificial Intelligence as a Positive and Negative Factor in Global Risk (August 2006)
I am tempted to say that a doctorate in ai would be negatively useful, but I am not one to hold someone’s reckless youth against them – just because you acquired a doctorate in ai doesn’t mean you should be permanently disqualified.
eliezer yudkowsky— So You Want To Be A Seed AI Programmer
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.
— Eliezer Yudkowsky (2006) in Artificial Intelligence as a Positive and Negative Factor in Global Risk, August 2006
Plygain y darllain deirllith, Plu yw ei gasul i'n plith. Pell y clywir uwch tiroedd Ei lef o lwyn a'i loyw floedd. Proffwyd rhiw, praff awdur hoed, Pencerdd gloyw angerdd glyngoed.
— Matins, he reads the lesson,
A chasuble of plumage on.
His cry from a grove, his brightshout
Over countrysides rings out,
Hill prophet, maker of moods,
Passion's bright bard of glenwoods.
— "Y Ceiliog Bronfraith" (The Thrush), line 7; translation from Anthony Conran and J. E. Caerwyn Williams (trans.) The Penguin Book of Welsh Verse (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967) p. 145.
Lleuad las gron gwmpas graen, Llawn o hud, llun ehedfaen; Hadlyd liw, hudol o dlws, Hudolion a'i hadeilws; Breuddwyd o'r modd ebrwydda', Bradwr oer a brawd i'r ia. Ffalstaf, gwir ddifwynaf gwas, Fflam fo'r drych mingam meingas!
— Blue, round, miserable moon, full of magic, picture that draws like a magnet, pale-coloured, charmed jewel, made by sorcerers; swiftest of dreams, cold traitor, brother to the ice, most evil and unkind of servants, let hell consume the hateful, thin, bent-lipped mirror!
— "Y Drych" (The Mirror), line 25; translation from Carl Lofmark Bards and Heroes (Felinfach: Llanerch, 1989) p. 96.
Mr. ai, we’ve seen the same events with different eyes; I wrongly thought they’d seem the same to us.
ursula k. le guin— Chapter 14 “The Escape” (p. 197)
