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When We Think That The Machine Will Harm Man, Then It Is Perhaps Because We Are Not Yet Capable Of Judging The Rapid Changes It Has Brought About. We Hardly Feel At Home In This Landscape Of Mines And Power Stations. We Have Just Moved Into This New Home That We Have Not Even Finished Yet. Everything Around Us Has Changed So Fast - Personal Relations, Working Conditions, Habits. Even Our State Of Mind Is In Turmoil.

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When We Think That The Machine Will Harm Man, Then It Is Perhaps Because We Are Not Yet Capable Of Judging The Rapid Changes It Has Brought About. We Hardly Feel At Home In This Landscape Of Mines And Power Stations. We Have Just Moved Into This New Home That We Have Not Even Finished Yet. Everything Around Us Has Changed So Fast - Personal Relations, Working Conditions, Habits. Even Our State Of Mind Is In Turmoil.

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It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

Once Men Are Caught Up In An Event, They Cease To Be Afraid. Only The Unknown Frightens Men.

The Beauty Of The Mountain Is Hidden For All Those Who Try To Discover It From The Top, Supposing That, One Way Or An Other, One Can Reach This Place Directly. The Beauty Of The Mountain Reveals Only To Those Who Climbed It.

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

To Grasp The Meaning Of The World Of Today We Use A Language Created To Express The World Of Yesterday. The Life Of The Past Seems To Us Nearer Our True Natures, But Only For The Reason That It Is Nearer Our Language.

Surely A Man Needs A Closed Place Wherein He May Strike Root And, Like The Seed, Become. But Also He Needs The Great Milky Way Above Him And The Vast Sea Spaces, Though Neither Stars Nor Ocean Serve His Daily Needs.

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

A Smile Is Often The Key Thing.one Is Paid With A Smile. One Is Rewarded With A Smile. One Is Brightened By A Smile. And The Quality Of A Smile Can Make One Die.

Let A Man In A Garret But Burn With Enough Intensity And He Will Set Fire To The World.

The Important Thing Is To Strive Toward A Goal Which Is Not Immediately Visible. That Goal Is Not The Concern Of The Mind, But Of The Spirit.

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