One of the lies that we tell ourselves is that we're making progress; but Huey's chair's empty.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.
The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice.
We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.
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 little.
We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.
It is a most certain truth, that the richer we see ourselves to be, confessing at the same time our poverty, the greater will be our progress, and the more real our humility.
The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.