I want to work for a company that contributes to and is part of the community. I want something not just to invest in. I want something to believe in.

If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito.

To succeed you have to believe in something with such a passion that it becomes a reality.

The business of business should not be about money. It should be about responsibility. It should be about public good, not private greed

Be courageous. It's one of the only places left uncrowded.

Whatever you do, be different - that was the advice my mother gave me, and I can't think of better advice for an entrepreneur. If you're different, you will stand out.

If you do things well, do them better. Be daring, be first, be different, be just.

Speed, agility and responsiveness are the keys to future success.

My passionate belief is that business can be fun, it can be conducted with love and a powerful force for good.

We communicate with passion and passion persuades.

If you really didn't ever want to get wrinkles, then you should have stopped smiling years ago!

Without ambition, nothing is achieved. Without work, nothing will be completed. The prize will not be sent until you earn it.

If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it

Many books serve merely to show how many ways there are of being wrong, and how far astray you yourself would go if you followed their guidance. You should read only when your own thoughts dry up.

... success always worries academics, when it moves into the popular world.

If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more.

All the evils of the world are due to lukewarm Catholics.

I don't think it's wise to manufacture a painting, just for the sake of working... if the impulse isn't truly there, the painting will lack power.

Creativity exists more in the searching than in the finding.

A felon could plead "benefit of clergy" and be saved by [reading aloud] what was aptly enough termed the "neck verse", which was very usually the Miserere mei of Psalm 51.