By The Time I Was 9, I

Science Is, In The Best And Strictest Sense, Glorious Entertainment

Machines Are Admirable And Tyrannize Only With The User's Consent. Where, Then, Is The Enemy? Not Where The Machine Gives Relief From Drudgery But Where Human Judgment Abdicates. The Smoothest Machine-made Product Of The Age Is The Organization Man, For Even The Best Organizing Principle Tends To Corrupt, And The Mechanical Principle Corrupts Absolutely.

The Sole Justification Of Teaching, Of The School Itself, Is That The Student Comes Out Of It Able To Do Something He Could Not Do Before. I Say Do And Not Know, Because Knowledge That Doesn't Lead To Doing Something New Or Doing Something Better Is Not Knowledge At All.

By The Time I Was 9, I Had The Conviction That Everybody In The World Was An Artist Except Plumbers Or People Who Delivered Groceries.

Above All, Do Not Talk Yourself Out Of Good Ideas By Trying To Expound Them At Haphazard Meetings.