Any one who believes that any great enterprise of an industrial character can be started without labor must have little experience of life.

Great captains of industry are as rare as great generals

If I want to be free from any other man's dictation, I must understand that I can have no other man under my control.

The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. . . . I call C the Forgotten Man.

Undoubtedly there are, in connection with each of these things, cases of fraud, swindling, and other financial crimes; that is to say, the greed and selfishness of men are perpetual.

He who would be well taken care of must take care of himself.

If you live in a country run by committee, be on the committee.

We shall find that every effort to realize equality necessitates a sacrifice of liberty.

The State cannot get a cent for any man without taking it from some other man, and this latter must be a man who has produced and saved it. This latter is the Forgotten Man

There is no boon in nature. All the blessings we enjoy are the fruits of labor, toil, self-denial, and study.

It is the tendency of the social burdens to crush out the middle class, and to force society into an organization of only two classes, one at each social extreme.

There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.

I may have mentioned patience wasn't one of my virtues. Actually, I didn't have many virtues but patience definitely wasn't one of them.

And he that doubteth is damned if he eat.

To be able to help a 13-year-old kid from the Bronx follow her dreams just by letting her know she's not forgotten in this crazy world - that's why I got involved with Frum Tha Ground Up.

I wouldn't say I was bullied, but I was definitely a bit of an outcast. It was more the kids thinking I thought I was cool. I started homeschooling in fifth grade, and I was much happier.

Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

As a filmmaker I cannot make anything beautiful. I'm Platonic in that sense.

My aim is to agitate and disturb people. I'm not selling bread; I'm selling yeast.

Humans are vulnerable, messy little animals and that's normal. And all I want to do is make a space for that in my films.

Today I live in the suburbs, in a neighborhood [that's not] too bad.