As a psychopathic creature, the corporation can neither recognize nor act upon moral reasons to refrain from harming others.

The corporation, like the psychopathic personality it resembles, is programmed to exploit others for profit.

The corporation was originally conceived as a public institution whose purpose was to serve national interests and advance the public good.

A century and a half after its birth, the modern business corporation, an artificial person made in the image of a human psychopath, now is seeking to remake real people in its image.

By leveraging their freedom from the bonds of location, corporations could now dictate the economic policy of governments.

Goodwin has done the seemingly impossible-he has made economics comprehensible and funny.

The corporation is not an independent "person" with its own rights, needs, and desires that regulators must respect. It is a state created tool for advancing social and economic policy.

As institutional psychopaths, corporations are wont to remove obstacles that get into their way.

We're all dead the moment we're born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.

With every vial of success there is always a pinch of madness.

Man is by nature competitive, combative, ambitious, jealous, envious, and vengeful.

It was Matisse who took the first step into the undiscovered land of the ugly.

I would put primary emphasis on a good standard of living equitably distributed. It can't be equal, but one that eliminates the terrible cruelty of poverty.

I've seen 'karma' slap people in the face. You have to be good to people. It really does come around.

I'm going to college. I don't care if it ruins my career. I'd rather be smart than a movie star.

even when peaceful cooperation is the obvious thing, the only thing that will keep any of us alive- There are still people who won't make that choice

Really, while gas is an awful thing to watch - the death is painful - to even watch these deaths - it's also bad to die from a bullet, a hand grenade, or a machete.

O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!