A visual image in the hand of an artist is merely a tool to trigger a mental image.

Contrary to popular belief, Americans don't hate advertising.

A smart man makes a mistake, learns from it, and never makes that mistake again.But a wise man finds a smart man and learns from him how to avoid the mistake altogether.

The first step in exceeding your customer's expectations is to know those expectations.

String Theory describes energy and matter as being composed of tiny, wiggling strands of energy that look like strings. And the pitch of a string's vibration determines the nature of its effect.

Numerals are images of amounts. But the amounts they represent are real.

It is a lack of commitment, not a lack of talent, that damns you to mediocrity.

In essence, String Theory describes space and time, matter and energy, gravity and light, indeed all of God's creation as music.

In marketing you must choose between boredom, shouting and seduction. Which do you want?

Preparation, mastery, can help you overcome your fear, but mastery alone is not enough. There has to be something you want that’s worth more to you than your fear.

You see a person when you look in the mirror that no one sees but you. Other people see a person when they look at you, but you're not that person, either.

It brings tears of joy to a teacher’s eye when the student becomes a great success.

For a wise man, I have been told, once said, ‘Gratitude is best and most effective when it does not evaporate in empty phrases.’ But alas, my lady, I am but a mass of empty phrases, it would seem.

Earning trust and being trustworthy constantly is critical to the survival of your brand

I have lived much of my life among molecules. They are good company.

I'm a social caterpillar. I am not a social butterfly

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

Most Americans want health insurance.

Elegance has a bad effect on my constitution.

Tune into my new lifetime movie. 'Dislocated shoulder' airing right now.

I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night. And have one with me wandering.