The only gain of civilisation for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations – and absolutely nothing more.

The digital age believes in the rational ordering of human beings. We believe that information will eventually solve every conceivable problem.

Information paints no picture, sings no song, and writes no poem.

We have an infinite supply of information and yet we cannot read.

I want peace; yes, I’d sell the whole world for a farthing, straight off, so long as I was left in peace. Is the world to go to pot, or am I to go without...

A cultivated and decent man cannot be vain without setting a fearfully high standard for himself, and without despising and almost hating himself at certain moments.