Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.

Western society has accepted as unquestionable a technological imperative that is quite as arbitrary as the most primitive taboo: not merely the duty to foster invention and constantly to create technological novelties, but equally the duty to surrender to these novelties unconditionally, just because they are offered, without respect to their human consequences.

To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.

Henceforward, I shout to the heavens, I shall deliver no more lectures on behalf of good causes: I am the good cause that denies the need for such lectures. Avaunt, importuning world! Back to my cell.

The way people in democracies think of the government as something different from themselves is a real handicap. And, of course, sometimes the government confirms their opinion.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.