The great city is the best organ of memory man has yet created.

Today, the notion of progress in a single line without goal or limit seems perhaps the most parochial notion of a very parochial century.

The self holds both a hell and a heaven.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

The mind reproduces itself by transmitting its symbols to other intermediaries, human and mechanical, than the particular brain that first assembled them.

Without leisure there can be neither art nor science nor fine conversation, nor any ceremonious performance of the offices of love and friendship.

If mankind is to escape its programmed self-extinction the God who saves us will not descend from the machine: he will rise up again in the human soul.