"Society flourishes when men plant trees they will never sit in the shade of."
"Have you ever thought that you want so badly not to believe in a God so you may sin without shame?"
"The romance is lost, the precision raped into a dehumanized fetish to undercurrent the expression of depth and character. In chase for the next great thing we leave behind the body of work of mastery, not for the sake of technological progress, but as a spitting insult which dares to slow us down. There's no honesty, no majesty, no empathy. We machine towards progress while masquerading as the almighty, greatly intolerable to anything old as if what's new is always the right answer."