We Cannot Get Grace From Gadgets.

We Must Beware The Revenge Of The Starved Senses, The Embittered Animal In Its Prison.

Production Goes Up And Up Because High Pressure Advertising And Salesmanship Constantly Create New Needs That Must Be Satisfied: This Is Admass- A Consumer's Race With Donkeys Chasing An Electric Carrot.

The People Who Pretend That Dying Is Rather Like Strolling Into The Next Room Always Leave Me Unconvinced. Death, Like Birth, Must Be A Tremendous Event.

We Should Like To Have Some Towering Geniuses, To Reveal Us To Ourselves In Colour And Fire, But Of Course They Would Have To Fit Into The Pattern Of Our Society And Be Able To Take Orders From Sound Administrative Types.

Living In An Age Of Advertisement, We Are Perpetually Disillusioned. The Perfect Life Is Spread Before Us Every Day, But It Changes And Withers At A Touch.