E.M. Forster

Well, it is odd and sad that our minds should be such seedbeds, and we without power to choose the seed. But man is an odd, sad creature as yet, intent on pilfering the earth, and heedless of the growths within himself...He leaves it to the specialist, which is as if he should leave his dinner to be eaten by a steam-engine.

-- from Howards End, Chapter 34