We impose the form of the old on the content of the new.

It has always been the artist who realizes that the future is the present and uses his work to prepare the grounds for it

We are all robots when uncritically involved with our technologies.

Physiologically, man in the normal use of technology (or his variously extended body) is perpetually modified by it and in turn finds ever new ways of modifying his technology. Man becomes, as it were, the sex organs of the machine world, as the bee of the plant world, enabling it to fecundate and to evolve ever new forms. The machine world reciprocates man's love by expediting his wishes and desires, namely, in providing him with wealth.

Character no longer is shaped by only two earnest, fumbling experts. Now all the world's a sage.

Once we have surrendered our senses and nervous systems to the private manipulation of those who would try to benefit from taking a lease on our eyes and ears and nerves, we don't really have any rights left. Leasing our eyes and ears and nerves to commercial interests is like handing over the common speech to a private corporation, or like giving the earth's atmosphere to a company as a monopoly.

The alphabet was one thing when applied to clay or stone, and quite another when set down on light papyrus.