I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.

Technology, like art, is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.

The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.

The intellectual takes as a starting point his self and relates the world to his own sensibilities; the scientist accepts an existing field of knowledge and seeks to map out the unexplored terrain.

When theology erodes and organization crumbles, when the institutional framework of religion begins to break up, the search for a direct experience which people can feel to be religious facilitates the rise of cults.

But in action, one defies one's character.

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.