Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.

Each year, it seems, larger and more daunting mountains of text rise from the lush lowlands of visual reproduction.

The robot is going to lose. Not by much. But when the final score is tallied, flesh and blood is read more

The robot is going to lose. Not by much. But when the final score is tallied, flesh and blood is going to beat the damn monster.

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, read more

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once.

Technology... is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back read more

Technology... is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or read more

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

I never pick up an item without thinking of how I might improve it. I never perfected an invention that read more

I never pick up an item without thinking of how I might improve it. I never perfected an invention that I did not think about in terms of the service it might give others. I want to save and advance human life, not destroy it. I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill. The dove is my emblem.

I find out what the world needs, then I proceed to invent. My main purpose in life is to make read more

I find out what the world needs, then I proceed to invent. My main purpose in life is to make money so that I can afford to go on creating more inventions.

I believe that the science of chemistry alone almost proves the existence of an intelligent creator.

I believe that the science of chemistry alone almost proves the existence of an intelligent creator.

If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.

If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.