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Western Society Has Accepted As Unquestionable A Technological Imperative That Is Quite As Arbitrary As The Most Primitive Taboo: Not Merely The Duty To Foster Invention And Constantly To Create Technological Novelties, But Equally The Duty To Surrender To These Novelties Unconditionally, Just Because They Are Offered, Without Respect To Their Human Consequences.

In Our Entrancement With The Motorcar, We Have Forgotten How Much More Efficient And How Much More Flexible The Footwalker Is.

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.

The Great City Is The Best Organ Of Memory Man Has Yet Created.

Our National Flower Is The Concrete Cloverleaf.