Although images of perfection in people's personal lives can cause unhappiness images of perfect societies - utopian images - can cause monstrous evil. In fact forcefully changing society to conform to societal images was the greatest cause of evil in the twentieth century.

Perhaps I seek certain utopian things space for human honour and respect landscapes not yet offended planets that do not exist yet dreamed landscapes.

I know it's very idealistic and utopian but I believe we need to just let everyone not be judged in terms of religion groups or nations or region.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

Those who made and endorsed our Constitution knew man's nature and it is to their ideas rather than to the temptations of utopia that we must ask that our judges adhere.

Home is pretty utopian.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

The founders of a new colony whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery and another portion as the site of a prison.

What's interesting about books that take place in the future even twenty years in the future is that many of them are black or white: It's either a utopia or it's misery. The real truth is that there's going to be both things in any future just like there is now.

The Internet is the hope of an integrated world without frontiers a common world without controlling owners a world of opportunities and equality. This is a utopia that we have been dreaming about and is a world in which each and every one of us are protagonists of a destiny that we have in our hands.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race has been labeled Utopian.

All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on walking towards utopia which may not exist on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.

Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It's the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again.