Industrial societies can only be run successfully by dictators or oligarchs.

What does one do about the dead? They live forever.

Comfort is bought at too high a price.

Humanity will ever seek but never attain perfection. Let us at least survive and go on trying.

I am filled with hatred for money, for battleships, for industry, for factories, for the grind, grind, grind of the machine on all our creative instincts.

We do not want our world to perish. But in our quest for knowledge, century by century, we have placed all our trust in a cold, impartial intellect which only brings us nearer to destruction.

We want far better reasons for having children than not knowing how to prevent them.