Work is external to the worker. . . . It is not part of his nature; consequently he does not fulfill himself in his work but denies himself. . . . The worker therefore feels himself at home only during his leisure time, whereas at work he feels homeless.
The better shaped his product, the more misshapen the worker.
It produces beauty, but deformity for the worker. It replaces labor by machines, but it throws one section of the workers back to barbaric labor, and it turns the remainder into machines.
The worker puts his life into the object; but now it no longer belongs to him, it belongs to the object.
Every serious scientific worker is painfully conscious ... of being relegated to an ever-narrowing sphere of knowledge.
