Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.

A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.

In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.

The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information.

An empty man is full of himself.

Why I oppose the nuclear-arms race: I prefer the human race.

The developers and entrepreneurs must somehow be taught a new vocabulary of values.