The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.
We're all swimming in this digital revolution that we live in.
We are so reliant on power and technology for everything.
We should be happy. We should be enjoying that there is all this bounty. Somebody can take an iPod and have all the world's music at their beck and call in an instant. What an amazing thing!
We live in a time-crunched world, and just about everything we do seems to be urgent.
We live in a bizarre world - there are cameras in our house!
Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.
Something in us is telling us we're moving too fast, at a pace dictated by machines rather than by anything human, and that unless we take conscious measures, we'll permanently be out of breath.
Look at social media. It's what we do, right?
Fish and guests in three days are stale.
One aspect of modern life which has gone far to stifle men is the rapid growth of tremendous corporations ... The disappearance of free enterprise has led to a submergence of the individual in the impersonal corporation.
His last speech before his appointment to the court.
The Internet is a really strange place to be.
Life is different than it was in the Nineties. I'm a dad, and there are other things I have to get done in an afternoon than just being an artist.
Doesn't anybody stay in one place any more?
Thinking about it, you know, our phones are everything. They're kind of benign.
The only thing wrong with architecture is architects.
I must settle for freedom in this modern time
I won't mention the word tired. This is the 20th century and I can go around a little faster.
Nowadays, social media is the easiest place to go to find something.
Our attention spans have become shorter because there are more and more claims upon them - more information, more complexity; more stories, more stuff; more.
We have gained reality and lost dream. No more lounging under a tree and peering at the sky between one's big and second toes; there's work to be done. To be efficient, one cannot be hungry and dreamy but must eat steak and keep moving.
Everything has become so easy. It's great that it's at your fingertips, but I miss those good old days. And we're connected, but it can be very alienating. There is this distance between all of us because we're speaking to each other through cameras and monitors and icons and Emojis.
We may have city lights and the glow of touch screens to obscure our view, but God's world is still near at hand, even right here in New York City where I live.
Modern man's happiness consists in the thrill of looking at the shop windows, and in buying all that he can afford to buy, either for cash or on installments.
The Press is reducing everything that is noblest and impressive in modern life into terms of Press photographs and Press interviews. In fact they try to dominate everything. How can you concentrate on the solemnity of a scene when you have men with cameras in every direction, whose sole object is to get as near as they can to the central figures? How can you be impressed as much as you would like to be by what is said, when you know that all round you are people taking notes, and that the people who are speaking know that they are taking notes. One or two reporters, for the sake of preserving a record, would not be so bad. But they have to be dealt with in armies nowadays. The Press is destroying all romance, all solemnity, all majesty. They are as unscrupulous as they are vulgar.
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