Quotes About Progress

The wheel, the internet, the pint glass, the electric guitar: these were all important inventions that made the world a better place to live in, but we must add another innovation—the pork chop bun.

When the State withers, humanity flowers.

Well, everything's a lesson, isn't it? Learning all the time, as you could say.

Alex like groweth up, Oh Yes.

We only need to wear shoes because the British built roads which hurt our feet.

What sort of world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law nor order no more.

The old days are dead and gone days. For what I did in the past I have been punished. I have been cured.

Las cosas serán siempre peores, nunca mejores. Qué nuevo mundo están preparándose ustedes.

But now as I end this story, brothers, I am not young, not no longer, oh no. Alex like groweth up, oh yes.

It was like as though to get better I had had to get worse.

Wedged as we are between two eternities of idleness, there is no excuse for being idle now.

So I was put into the bed and still felt bolnoy but could not sleep, but soon I started to feel that soon I might start to feel that I might soon start feeling just a malenky bit better.

History is a wheel. This sort of world can't go on for ever either.

Don't ask the world to change....you change first.

When you come to see you are not as wise today as you thought you were yesterday, you are wiser today.

People who want a cure, provided they can have it without pain, are like those who favour progress, provided they can have it without change.

The one who would be constant in happiness must frequently change.

A year jammed full of adventure and misadventure, strides forward and many steps backward, another year in my topsy-turvy, Jekyll-and-Hyde existence.

People do grow up. At least some do.' 'I am afraid Charles was not one of them,' she said gravely. 'He became a man, but he did not grow up. He is not grown up now.

Mr. Deacon, on the other hand, was in favour of abolishing, or ignoring, the existing world entirely, with a view to experimenting with one of an entirely different order. He was a student of Esperanto (or, possibly, one of the lesser-known artificial languages), intermittently vegetarian, and an advocate of decimal coinage.

There was still distance to travel, but I was on the way to drawing level with Mr. Deacon, as a fellow grown-up, himself no longer a figment of memory from childhood, but visible proof that life had existed in much the same way before I had begun to any serious extent to take part; and would, without doubt, continue to prevail long after he and I had ceased to participate.

Both she and Umfraville might be said to represent forms of revolt, and nothing dates people more than the standards from which they have chosen to react.

A certain amount of brick-throwing might even be a good thing. There comes a moment in the career of most artists, if they are any good, when attacks on their work take a form almost more acceptable than praise. That happens at different moments in different careers.

None of this seemed to be getting us much further so far as Widmerpool was concerned. I waited for development. General Conyers did not intend to be hurried. I suspected that he might regard this narrative he was unfolding in so leisurely a manner as the last good story of his life; one that he did not propose to squander in the telling. That was reasonable enough.