Quotes About Cost-effectiveness

The ninth circle was where Hell did its accountancy. The demons within were ruthlessly efficient. All they cared about were profit and cost-effectiveness. Everything was a debit or credit, a gain or a loss. Their ultimate goal was to reduce the universe to a calculation, a final heartless equation in which every soul, living and dead, divine and damned, would serve in the Glorious Ultimate Dividend.

It's a very sobering feeling to be up in space and realize that one's safety factor was determined by the lowest bidder on a government contract.

Our primary goal in product development is to make good economic choices. All proxy objectives, such as innovation, waste reduction, design for manufacturing, etc., should be viewed as secondary. They are a means to influence overall economic outcomes, never an end in themselves. In

With technological advances, there's a very natural curve between cost and complexity and adoption. When the cost and complexity are high, the adoption rate is - let's call it 'modest.'

In technology, we spend so much time experimenting, fine-tuning, getting the absolute cheapest way to do something - so why aren't we doing that with social policy?

industry analyst Caspar Rawles maintains. "We expect cobalt supply from [Congo] to become more dominant in the market."200 Another industry analyst, Andries Gerbens, warns: "The cobalt-supply dependency on the Congo is a risky situation." 201 This dependence has sparked multiple research efforts at finding an alternative to cobalt to utilize in efforts to improve the life and cost-effectiveness of batteries.

Senior figures in the War Office and Admiralty decided that sinking German ships would be more cost-effective than building British ones.

One of the ugly secrets of the renewable-energy industry is that its products make no economic sense unless they are highly subsidized.

If you spend your time, worth $20-25 per hour, doing something that someone else will do for $10 per hour, it's simply a poor use of resources.

His rookies had once been more than entries in a ledger, cogs in his cost-effectiveness machine. I tried to remember the last time I had seen him shout or laugh. I failed. Twenty years in the police force had killed everything, bit by bit: his ambition, thin his passion, then his wife.