The Web as I envisaged it, we have not seen it yet. The future is still so much bigger than the past.

The Semantic Web is not a separate Web but an extension of the current one, in which information is given well-defined meaning, better enabling computers and people to work in cooperation.

The Domain Name Server (DNS) is the Achilles heel of the Web. The important thing is that it's managed responsibly.

The goal of the Web is to serve humanity. We build it now so that those who come to it later will be able to create things that we cannot ourselves imagine.

Innovation is serendipity, so you don't know what people will make.

The power of the Web is in its universality. Access by everyone regardless of disability is an essential aspect.

The web is more a social creation than a technical one. I designed it for a social effect - to help people work together - and not as a technical toy.

The Web does not just connect machines, it connects people.

I basically wrote the code and the specs and documentation for how the client and server talked to each other.

In '93 to '94, every browser had its own flavor of HTML. So it was very difficult to know what you could put in a Web page and reliably have most of your readership see it.

We need diversity of thought in the world to face the new challenges.

Only the wrong survive.

I will believe in the right of one man to govern a nation despotically when I find a man born unto the world with boots and spurs and a nation with saddles on their backs.

Though politics is by nature divisive, surely we all can agree that foster children need stability, safety, education, opportunity - and love.

Understanding isn't learned from punishment and anger. An iron has no gentle touch, and love ain't learned from hate.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

The poor never have enough for themselves ... but always have enough to give away.

Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.

to everything there is an end - except fear.

If you act, you show character; if you sit still, you show it; if you sleep you show it.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.