Believing in progress does not mean believing that progress has yet been made. That is not the sort of belief that indicates real faith.
Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.
Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair.
All human errors are impatience, the premature breaking off of what is methodical, an apparent fencing in of the apparent thing.
A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.