I Don't Want Them To Believe Me,

Mass Transportation Is Doomed To Failure In North America Because A Person's Car Is The Only Place Where He Can Be Alone And Think.

I Expect To See The Coming Decades Transform The Planet Into An Art Form; The New Man, Linked In A Cosmic Harmony That Transcends Time And Space, Will Sensuously Caress And Mold And Pattern Every Facet Of The Terrestrial Artifact As If It Were A Work Of Art, And Man Himself Will Become An Organic Art Form.

Most Of Our Assumptions Have Outlived Their Uselessness.

The Real News Is Bad News.

Character No Longer Is Shaped By Only Two Earnest, Fumbling Experts. Now All The World's A Sage.