Every uniform corrupts one's character.

Every uniform corrupts one's character.

We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers.

Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.

I took the standpoint that the profession of technologist, a man who masters matter, is a masculine profession, if not the only masculine profession there is.

I live, like every real man, in my work.

Why do dying people never shed tears?