I may be wrong, but I'm never in doubt.

Until writing was invented, man lived in acoustic space: boundless, directionless, horizonless, in the dark of the mind, in the world of emotion.

The family circle has widened. The worldpool of information fathered by the electric media--movies, Telstar, flight--far surpassesany possible influence mom and dad can now bring to bear. Character no longer is shaped by only two earnest, fumbling experts. Now all the world's a sage.

First we shape our tools, thereafter they shape us

The future of work consists of learning a living.

What goes on inside the school is an interruption of education.

I do not say whether it is a good or bad thing. To do so would be meaningless and arrogant.