Quotes About Progress

Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. So August gave way to September and there were few complaints.

All rising to great place is by a winding stair. —Sir Francis Bacon

Whatever you do, don't look back.

In 1892, mine owner L. L. Nunn had hired the electrical wizard Nikola Tesla to build the world's first alternating-current power

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We want more than chocolate cake, said Rachel. We need your help. Jacques seemed unflustered by the girl's sudden impatience. But chocolate cake is a good starting point, oui?

Em Samarcanda, dois séculos antes da invenção do telescópio, Ulug Beg registava a trajetória de mil e dezoito estrelas e recalculava o ano estelar com uma diferença de segundos em relação aos resultados obtidos atualmente pela eletrónica.

Man is an animal who is trying to evolve into a god. Many of his problems are an inevitable result of this struggle.

Modern man has the possibility of understanding the mechanism of consciousness, and marching directly towards his objective, with the will flexed to its maximum efficiency.

This is one of the most urgent problems for civilized man. He has created civilization to give himself security. Security for what? For boredom? His chief problem seems to be that most human beings need a certain amount of challenge, of external stimulus, to stop them from sinking into the blank stare and blank consciousness of the idiot.

The Midlanders—a great many of them German speaking—carried their pluralistic culture into the Heartland, a place long since identified with neighborliness, family-centered progress, practical politics, and a distrust of big government.

Culture is always on the move.

The world, Left Coasters insisted, can be easily and frequently reinvented.

The days passed on, the weeks passed on, and the track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.

He who gets behind in a race must forever remain behind or run faster than the man in front.

Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before.

Colored, Negro, Afro-American, African American. ... Every couple of years someone came up with something that got us an inch closer to the truth. Bit by bit we crept along. As if that thing we believed to be approaching actually existed.

What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.

New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.

Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.

But who can resist the seductions of elevators these days, those stepping stones to Heaven, which make relentless verticality so alluring?

The negro's story may have started in this country with degradation, but triumph and prosperity would be his one day.

from one place but more important was where you decided to go.

Part of moving up in the world is realizing how much shit you used to eat.