Progress (n.) might amount, in civilization, to no more than turning today's hostile majority into a minority — and that may be all that can be accomplished.
Progress (n.) is only half as big as it looks at first, Nestroy said, and Freud found it true of analysis: something of the old always stays behind.
Progress (n.) has, astonishingly, concluded an alliance with barbarism.
Progress (n.) is a deceptive appearance: the instincts that seem to drive toward change are only seeking an ancient goal by paths alike old and new.
Progress (n.) and higher development can be attributed, if to anything inside us, to the sexual instincts alone.
Progress (n.) has no tendency in life: Freud finds no drive toward higher forms anywhere — all forms of life are equally surprising, equally miraculous.