Quotes About Progress

Do not sit down and try to ATTRACT the thing you want to you; but begin to move toward the thing you want, and you will find it coming to meet you. Action and reaction are equal; and the person who steadily and purposefully moves forward with one thing in view becomes a center toward which the thing he seeks is drawn with irresistible power;

If the masses begin to move forward as suggested in this book, neither governments nor industrial systems can check them; all systems must be modified to accommodate the forward movement.

If the people have the Advancing Mind, have the Faith that they can become rich, and move forward with the fixed purpose to become rich, nothing can possibly keep them in poverty.

Consider government and industry as being perfect now and advancing rapidly toward being complete; then you will understand that there is nothing to fear, no cause for anxiety, nothing to worry about. Never complain of any of these things.

Because you are not in the right business or the right environment now, do not think that you must postpone action until you get into the right business or environment.

It is wonderful Becoming.

Man was formed for growth, and all things external were designed to promote his growth.

down their road, each way, wid a flag," directed O'Brien to Casey, "and thin tear up their track. Cut off the rails six inches inside the highway line. Don't ye get off the road on to the company's ground, av ye value yer life. Get the thrack out av the way, an' thin start the plows an' scrapers. Dump the dirt in a long pile in the middle av the sthreet; don't cover up anny av the Dubskys or Polowskys, but kape the dirt movin'.

Well, there's so much to read, and I'm so far behind.

His clock was set on pioneer time. He met trains that had not yet arrived, he waited on platforms that hadn't yet been built, beside tracks that might never be laid.

We are fossils in the making.

It is not queer, and both desolating and comforting, how, with all associations broken, one forms new ones, as a broken bone thickens in healing.

Getting old is like standing in a long, slow line. You wake up out of the shuffle and torpor only at those moments when the line moves you one step closer to the window.

The moderns, carrying little baggage of the kind that Shelly called "merely cultural," not even living in the traditional air, but breathing into their space helmets a scientific mixture of synthetic gases (and polluted at that) are the true pioneers. Their circuitry seems to include no atavistic domestic sentiment, they have suffered empathectomy, their computers hum no ghostly feedback of Home, Sweet Home. How marvelously free they are! How unutterably deprived!

Under the rough and ridiculous circumstances of life in the Rocky Mountains there was something exciting and vital, full of rude poetry: the heartbeat of the West as it fought its way upward toward civilization.

Largeness is a lifelong matter. You grow because you are not content not to. You are like a beaver that chews constantly because if it doesn't, it's teeth grow long and lock. You grow because you are a grower; you're large because you can't stand to be small.

I never learned to say shit before a lady. I don't believe in progress in quite the way you seem to. You believe in it more than Grandmother did. As for those purely cultural patterns of convention you think I ought to escape from, they happen to add up to civilization, and I'd rather be civilized than tribal or uncouth.

For history is a pontoon bridge. Every man walks and works at its building end, and has come as far as he has over the pontoons laid by others he may never have heard of.

Like many another Western pioneer, he had heard the clock of history strike, and counted the strokes wrong.

In my experience, the world's happiest man is a young professor building bookcases.

After all, we had been programmed in the same system, stuffed like Strasbourg geese with the best that has been known and said in the world during man's long struggle upward from spontaneity to cliché.

destination, and it is essentially the same path for everybody.

Civilizations grow and change and decline - they aren't remade.

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.