" — Това е то днешното възпитание — провъзгласи старият Янечек. — А като река понякога да кажа нещо на сина, той ще ми отвърне: "Ти не ги разбираш ти… - Karel Čapek

Old Rossum thought only of his godless hocus-pocus and young Rossum of his billions. And that wasn't the dream of your R. U. R. shareholders either. They dreamed of the dividends. And on those dividends humanity will perish.

Helena: And then I thought that...if they were like us they would understand us and they wouldn’t hate us so — if they were only a little bit human!”
Domin: Oh Helena! No one can hate more than man hates man! Transform stones into people and they’ll stone us! But go on!

I don't say that it is a bad or useless profession: but it isn't one of the superlatively fine and striking ones, and the material used is of a strange sort — you don't even see it. But I'd like all the things I used to see to be in it: the ringing hammer-strokes of the smith and the colors of the whisping of the stone-mason, the bustling of the baker, the humility of the poor, and all the lusty strength and skill which men of towering stature put into their work before the astonished and fascinated eyes of a child.