That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
And did those feet in ancient time walk upon England's mountains green?
Bureaucracy is the epoxy that greases the wheels of progress.
We are like dwarfs on the shoulders of giants, so that we can see more than they, and things at a greater distance, not by virtue of any sharpness of sight on our part, or any physical distinction, but because we are carried high and raised up by their giant size.
Growth is like creativity, it doesn't go along very neat, precise plans. You get clogged highways before you figure out a way to open up capacity. You get pollution before you figure out a way to fight it.
Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.
You can't say civilization don't advance... in every war they kill you in a new way.
The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.
Profits are the lifeblood of the economic system, the magic elixir upon which progress and all good things depend ultimately. But one man's lifeblood is another man's cancer.
Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
An environment which calls for perfection is not likely to be easy. But aiming for it is always good for progress.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order.