The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man.

World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.

As technology advances, it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

Obsolescence never meant the end of anything, it's just the beginning.

Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.

Madison Avenue is a very powerful aggression against private consciousness. A demand that you yield your private consciousness to public manipulation.

The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.

The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our central nervous system. Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

In an age of multiple and massive innovations, obsolescence becomes the major obsession.

Winning has a value for ego, but participation has a value for life.

but I learned long ago that it does no good to think too far into the future. There is only here. Only now.

I think that people with differing points of view find common ground in 'Modern Family' is very flattering, and I'm appreciative of that.

Whoever has not begun the practice of prayer, I beg for the love of the Lord not to go without so great a good. There is nothing here to fear but only something to desire.

I am convinced that any attempt to restore harmony in the world can only rest on the renewal of personal responsibility.

Darkness may cover light, but that is not the same thing as putting it out. Whereas, to overcome darkness, all light need do is to exist.

early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!

When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head- strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion.

I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast.

Passion kept one fully in the present, so that time became a series of mutually exclusive 'nows.'