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The Vast Material Displacements The Machine Has Made In Our Physical Environment Are Perhaps In The Long Run Less Important Than Its Spiritual Contributions To Our Culture.

The Humanities And Science Are Not In Inherent Conflict But Have Become Separated In The Twentieth Century. Now Their Essential Unity Must Be Re-emphasized, So That Twentieth-century Multiplicity May Become Twentieth-century Unity.

Every Generation Revolts Against Its Fathers And Makes Friends With Its Grandfathers.

Above All We Need, Particularly As Children, The Reassuring Presence Of A Visible Community, An Intimate Group That Enfolds Us With Understanding And Love, And That Becomes An Object Of Our Spontaneous Loyalty, As A Criterion And Point Of Reference For The Rest Of The Human Race.

By His Very Success In Inventing Labor-saving Devices, Modern Man Has Manufactured An Abyss Of Boredom That Only The Privileged Classes In Earlier Civilizations Have Ever Fathomed.