The art of invention grows young with the things invented.

One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man.

As usual, what we call “progress” is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.

Whenever there is excess, an ax remedies it.

Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.

The civilized man has built a coach but has lost the use of his feet.

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk, he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

You cannot endow even the best machine with initiative; the jolliest steamroller will not plant flowers.

We don’t have the option of turning away from the future. No one gets to vote on whether technology is going to change our lives.

For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for nature cannot be fooled.

A machine is a slave that neither brings nor bears degradation.

I have always found it in mine own experience an easier matter to devise many and profitable inventions than to dispose of one of them to the good of the author himself.

’Tis the sport to have the engineer / Hoist with his own petard.