Quotes About Progress

I want to write this down, that revolution is like a merry-go-round, history always being made somewhere. And maybe for a short time, we're part of that history. And then the ride stops and our turn is over. We walk slowly toward the park, where I can already see the big swings empty and waiting for me. And after I write it down, maybe I'll end it this way. My name is Jacqueline Woodson and I am ready for the ride.

Each door, each friend, each step—bringing me closer to who I was becoming.

So after the tears were all cried out, it was time to move on and figure out what to do with all that was coming at me.

Maybe we don't get a long past. Maybe we just get a future.

In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years.

Great cultural changes begin in affectation and end in routine

It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.

If civilization has risen from the Stone Age, it can rise again from the Wastepaper Age.

The feeble clavichord did not carry far; the harpsichord was only a little stronger; but Cristofori in Italy was working at these defects; he built a machine he called clavicembalo piano e forte — a keyboard instrument to play "soft and loud." Contrary to all experience, we now call it simply "a soft.

The construction of Europe is an art. It is the art of the possible.

We have to struggle against the conservatives from all sides, not only the right-wingers, but also the left-wing conservatives who don't want to change anything.

The primary element in any civilization is a stable relation between man and his environment. When man becomes the plaything of abstract decisions, a civilization can no longer be created.

The human being is changing slowly under the pressure of the economic milieu; he is in process of becoming the uncomplicated being the liberal economist constructed.

The tool enables man to conquer. But, man, dost thou not know there is no more victory which is thy victory? The victory of our days belongs to the tool.

The computer is an enigma. Not in its making or its usage, but because man appears incapable of foreseeing anything about the computer's influence on society and humanity. We have most likely never dealt with such an ambiguous apparatus, an instrument that seems to contain the best and the worst, and, above all, a device whose true potentials we are unable to scrutinize.

Technical civilization has made the great error in not suppressing death, the only human reality still intact.

Technique can leave nothing untouched in a civilization. Everything is its concern.

The stage in which the human being was a mere slave of the mechanical tyrant has been passed. When man himself becomes a machine, he attains to the marvelous freedom of unconsciousness, the freedom of the machine itself.

The melancholy fact is that the human personality has been almost wholly disassociated and and dissolved through mechanization.

La technique se développe de façon indépendante, en dehors de tout contrôle humain.

No technique is possible when men are free.

Man is caught like a fly in a bottle. His attempts at culture, freedom, and creative endeavor have become mere entries in technique's filing cabinet.

Il ne peut pas y avoir un développement infini dans un univers fini.

La prévoyance commence lorsque nous acceptons que nous sommes maintenant arrivés à créés une civilisation du risque.