Strictly Speaking, Every Citizen Above

Finished Things Cease To Be A Shelter For The Spirit; But Work In Progress Is A Delight.

I Don't Believe In Providence And Fate, As A Technologist I Am Used To Reckoning With The Formulae Of Probability.

The Technologist Was The Final Guise Of The White Missionary, Industrialization The Last Gospel Of A Dying Race And Living Standards A Substitute For A Purpose In Living.

There Is No Art Without Eros.

We Asked For Workers. We Got People Instead.