The cycle of the machine is now coming to an end. Man has learned much in the hard discipline and the shrewd, unflinching grasp of practical possibilities that the machine has provided in the last three centuries: but we can no more continue to live in the world of the machine than we could live successfully on the barren surface of the moon.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

The ultimate gift of conscious life is a sense of the mystery that encompasses it.

In vulgar usage, progress has come to mean limitless movement in space and time, accompanied, necessarily, by an equally limitless command of energy: culminating in limitless destruction.

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.

The cycle of the machine is now coming to an end. Man has learned much in the hard discipline and the shrewd, unflinching grasp of practical possibilities that the machine has provided in the last three centuries: but we can no more continue to live in the world of the machine than we could live successfully on the barren surface of the moon.

Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.