Dean Inge Quotes

This is the age of disruption.

We're on the cusp, on the brink, of enormous change in this country.

The deeper changes wrought by the end of a particular outlaw culture: something will come of that ... and it won't be what we expect.

Something is happening to Britain and the British. Or has happened. We are said to be passing through a transition, or a turning point, or a transformation; nobody is quite sure which.

All around us are the consequences of the most significant technological, and hence cultural, revolution in generations

We are in a period when old questions are settled and the new are not yet brought forward.

Modernity is disruptive, and I endorse that.

We are living in a state of constant scientific revolution. There is not a single area that you can name that is now seen as it was seen a hundred years ago. Nothing is left of the world view of one hundred years ago.

The Stone Age did not end because humans ran out of stones. It ended because it was time for a re-think about how we live.

Everything is going to change.

The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In this interregnum there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms.

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

We are reinventing the world. We've set the ball spinning with little concern for where and how it's going to stop.

I much prefer the modern world.

The three great elements of modern civilization, Gun powder, Printing, and the Protestant religion.

People are naming it the Third Wave, the Information Age, etc. but I would say those are basically technological descriptions, and this next shift is not about technology - although obviously it will be influenced and in some cases expressed by technologies.

Whenever culture has gone through a radical change, as ours has - from industrial age to information age - there are people who will deny that things have changed; they resist it and refuse to change.

There certainly have been a lot of changes, although they come in such gradations that most people have either forgotten, or, if they're too young, they never knew about them in the first place.

Born in 1966, I came of age at the dawn of a revolution. The past was gone; we would move on and get over it!

All that is solid melts into air. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify.

Societies faced with bewildering changes, and feeling old certainties threatened, are open to new cults.

Advancing waves of other people’s progress sweep over the unchanging man and wash him out.

The one thing I do know is change is coming so quickly

Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother’s cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.

The move to modernity has its risks but the greater risk is not moving at all.