Mechanizing man's work had changed but not lighted his toil.
History is an angel being blown backwards into the future
The world is a strange and wonderful place.
The problem with prototypes is they don't always work.
Technology is the campfire around which we tell our stories.
Art is about paying attention.
People only stutter at the beginning of the word. They're not afraid when they get to the end of the word. There's just regret.
Personally, I need a high level of physical fitness in order to feel at ease.
All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.
Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.
The adoption of the required attitude of mind towards ideas that seem to emerge "of their own free will" and the abandonment of the critical function that is normally in operation against them seem to be hard of achievement for some people. The "involuntary thoughts" are liable to release a most violent resistance, which seeks to prevent their emergence. If we may trust that great poet and philosopher Friedrich Schiller, however, poetic creation must demand an exactly similar attitude.