First of all, nothing good ever came from a beanbag chair. Nothing. I am speaking from personal experience.

Philosophy is like wine. There are good years and bad years but, in general, the older the better.

All genuinely creative ideas are initially met with rejection, since they necessarily threaten the status quo. An enthusiastic reception for a new idea is a sure sign that it is not original.

Nothing kills creativity faster than a wall.

Yes, failure is part of the mix, he says, but it is a means, not an end. If you fail repeatedly, and in the same manner, you're an idiot, not a genius.

The point is, the "best" technology or idea doesn't always prevail. Sometimes chance and the law of unintended consequences win out.

Ideas are like bananas. That bananas grow only in tropical regions doesn't make them any less delicious in Scandinavia.

Geniuses are always marginalized to one degree or another. Someone wholly invested in the status quo is unlikely to disrupt it.

You can be as good as Rembrandt, but if no one discovers you, you will only be a genius in theory.

To describe yourself as an entrepreneur or a disrupter is as meaningless as describing yourself as an athlete or a thinker. Really? What sports do you play? What do you think about?

Just as food is fuel for the body, books are fuel for the mind.

While a rich man cannot have more than 1440 minutes a day, a clever man makes more time by using OPM or Other People's Minutes.-RVM

I always thought it mattered, to know what is the worst possible thing that can happen to you, to know how you can avoid it, to not be drawn by the magic of the unspeakable.

Challenges are solved by rising to a level higher than the challenge.

Truth is tarter than taradiddles; and nothing is tarter, terser, than truth on the track of tired trash in a trance.

What you think is a setback, is really a set-up for a greater comeback!

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.

No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.