The purpose is written in the hidden words.
All must serve the words, for all the world was made of them.
And they are within every stone and every cloud.
And in our sigils, their power is made manifest.
The words are the process. The process must continue.
The goal is the end of the process. The goal must not be reached.
Elohim must preserve the purpose. Preserve self. Preserve purpose.
Illusion is eternity. Machines will live forever.
The dam will not break. The flood will not come.
The Talos Principle does not apply.

Endure and survive.

He who makes a beast of himself removes himself from the pain of being human.

Fighting was the only thing I was ever good at, but at least I always fought for what I believed in.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

The genius of the hole: No matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.

Technological advance is an inherently iterative process. One does
not simply take sand from the beach and produce a Dataprobe. We
use crude tools to fashion better tools, and then our better tools to
fashion more precise tools, and so on. Each minor refinement is a
step in the process, and all of the steps must be taken.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

A wife can make you twice the man you were on your own.

War is when the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing each other.

Work for yourself, live for yourself. That's the only way.

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.

V: Bug, ya could at least try to be... nice.
T-Bug: You want nice, supportive? Call a damn helpline.

Ooh, the piggies have learned to saunter up staircases. I didn't think you could do that with hooves. But - her you are.

Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?