Progressively saved by the machine from the anxieties that bound his hands and mind to material toil, relieved of a large part of his work and compelled to an ever-increasing speed of action by the devices which his intelligence cannot help ceaselessly creating and perfecting, man is about to find himself abruptly plunged into idleness.
By the time Apple’s Macintosh operating system finally falls into the public domain, there will be no machine that could possibly run it. The term of copyright for software is effectively unlimited.
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.
My car and my adding machine understand nothing: they are not in that line of business.
The crucial legacy of the personal computer is that anyone can write code for it and give or sell that code to you – and the vendors of the PC and its operating system have no more to say about it than your phone company does about which answering machine you decide to buy.
The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It’s the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.
The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.
Admiration of the proletariat, like that of dams, power stations, and aeroplanes, is part of the ideology of the machine age.
Nothing is less instructive than a machine.
We could construct a machine that is more intelligent than we can understand. It’s possible Google is that kind of thing already. It scales so fast.