So much in the world has been destroyed that I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable.
So much in the world has been destroyed that I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.
Every advance in civilization has been denounced as unnatural – while it was recent.
Progress lies not in what is enhancing, but in advancing of what will be.
So much in the world has been destroyed that I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.
Every advance in civilization has been denounced as unnatural – while it was recent.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order.
Every advance in civilization has been denounced as unnatural while it was recent.
Every great advance in natural knowledge has involved the absolute rejection of authority.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.
The new electronic interdependence recreates the world in the image of a global village.
And from the discontent of man the world’s best progress springs.
Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order.
Every step of progress the world has made has been from scaffold to scaffold, and from stake to stake.
Once a man would spend a week patiently waiting if he missed a stage coach, but now he rages if he misses the first section of a revolving door.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends upon the unreasonable man.
Every year it takes less time to fly across the Atlantic, and more time to drive to the office.
What we call progress is the exchange of one Nuisance for another Nuisance.
Occasionally we sigh for an earlier day when we could just look at the stars without worrying whether they were theirs or ours.
Is it progress if a cannibal uses knife and fork?
