Lapham’s Quarterly

When poets don’t know what to say and have completely given up on the play, just like a finger, they lift the machine and the spectators are satisfied.

Inventions that are not made, like babies that are not born, are rarely missed.

Technology feeds on itself. Technology makes more technology possible.

Machines do not run in order to enable men to live, but we resign ourselves to feeding men in order that they may serve the machines.

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

The mere existence of nuclear weapons by the thousands is an incontrovertible sign of human insanity.

The real problem of humanity is the following: we have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology.

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

I have seen the science I worshipped, and the aircraft I loved, destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.

Civilization, a much-abused word, stands for a high matter quite apart from telephones and electric lights.

If the human race wants to go to hell in a basket, technology can help it get there by jet.

What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains and studying night and day how to fly?

Machines seem to sense that I am afraid of them. It makes them hostile.

The ability to store our data externally helps us imagine that our time is limitless, our space infinite.

Industrialism is the religion with “the machine” as the god going to answer all the prayers. Communism and capitalism were just competing sects.

You can steal a lot more with a computer than with a gun.

We want a lot of engineers in the modern world, but we do not want a world of engineers.

Whenever there is excess, an ax remedies it.

Technology is so much fun, but we can drown in our technology. The fog of information can drive out knowledge.

Most people who sneer at technology would starve to death if the engineering infrastructure were removed.

If there is a technological advance without a social advance, there is, almost automatically, an increase in human misery.

The art of invention grows young with the things invented.

I’d like to be a machine, wouldn’t you?

The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.

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

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

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

Refrigerators and television sets, or even rockets sent to the moon, do not change man into God.

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

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

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Doing research on the web is like using a library assembled piecemeal by pack rats and vandalized nightly.

Whatever the pace of this technological revolution may be, the direction is clear: the lower rungs of the economic ladder are being lopped off.

The belly is the teacher of the arts and bestower of invention.

Great inventors and discoverers seem to have made their discoveries and inventions, as it were, by the way, in the course of their everyday life.

All technologies should be assumed guilty until proven innocent.

All attempts to adapt our ethical code to our situation in the technological age have failed.

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.

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.

Inventor, n. A person who makes an ingenious arrangement of wheels, levers, and springs and believes it civilization.

Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of these two has the grander view?

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