The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.

It might be said that it is the ideal of the employer to have production without employees and the ideal of the employee is to have income without work.

That soul-destroying, meaningless, mechanical, moronic work is an insult to human nature which must necessarily and inevitably produce either escapism or aggression, and that no amount of 'bread and circuses' can compensate for the damage done-these are facts which are neither denied nor acknowledged but are met with an unbreakable conspiracy of silence-because to deny them would be too obviously absurd and to acknowledge them would condemn the central preoccupation of modern society as a crime against humanity.

It has been universally recognized, in all authentic teachings of mankind, that every being born into this world has to work, not merely to keep himself alive, but to strive towards perfection.

Infinite growth of material consumption in a finite world is an impossibility.

The richer a society, the more impossible it becomes to do worthwhile things without immediate pay-off.

Perhaps we cannot raise the winds. But each of us can put up the sail, so that when the wind comes we can catch it.