Quotes About Progress

The evolutionary epic is probably the best myth we will ever have.

The education of women is the best way to save the environment.

You have taught them to think differently. That is how we beat the bigotry. Class by class. Year by Year

Seeley was right when he said that "moral deterioration is bound to set in in any subject race.

Leave the atom alone.

Once I built a railroad, now it's done.Brother, can you spare a dime?

Big streams from little fountains flow. Great oaks from little acorns grow;

A Bad start is still a start by Tyr FaHazathant

History is movement; and movement implies comparison.

It's a bad idea to try to prevent people from knowing their own history. If you want to do anything new you must first make sure you know what people have tried before.

the whole story of art is not a story of progress in technical proficiency, but a story of changing ideas and requirements.

However, other machines changed the world even more profoundly. These were the machines which made use of the forces of nature instead of manpower.

The more we become aware of the enormous pull in man to repeat what he has learned, the greater will be our admiration for those exceptional beings who could break this spell and make a significant advance on which others could build.

Writing is] like driving a car at night: you never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.

It was evident to him that the world composed and recomposed itself constantly in an endless process of dissatisfaction.

Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

The mind advances only if it has the patience to go in circles, in other words, to deepen.

You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything.

Expansion. That is the idea the novelist must cling to. Not completion. Not rounding off, but opening out.

They travelled for thirteen hours down-hill, whilst the streams broadened and the mountains shrank, and the vegetation changed, and the people ceased being ugly and drinking beer, and began instead to drink wine and to be beautiful.

Night and day, wind and storm, tide and earthquake, impeded man no longer. He had harnessed Leviathan. All the old literature, with its praise of Nature, and its fear of Nature, rang false as the prattle of a child.

No one confessed the Machine was out of hand. Year by year it was served with increased efficiency and decreased intelligence. The better a man knew his own duties upon it, the less he understood the duties of his neighbor, and in all the world there was not one who understood the monster as a whole. Those master brains had perished.