In the future the optimal form of industrial organization will be neither small companies nor large ones but network structures that share the advantages of both.

It was the slave's continuing desire for recognition that was the motor which propelled history forward, not the idle complacency and unchanging self-identity of the master

The nation will continue to be a central pole of identification, even if more and more nations come to share common economic and political forms of organization.

If networks are to be more efficient...this will come about only on the basis of a high level of trust and the existence of shared norms of ethical behavior between network members

The desire for economic prosperity is itself not culturally determined but almost universally shared

Economic activity is carried out by individuals in organisations that require a high degree of social co-operation

To truly esteem oneself means that one must be capable of feeling shame or self-disgust when one does not live up to a certain standard

For capitalism flourishes best in a mobile and egalitarian society

A high degree of autonomy is what permits innovation, experimentation and risk taking in a bureaucracy. If the slightest mistake can end a career, then no one will ever take risks.

Only those who row the boat make waves

Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.

Hope: A pathological belief in the occurrence of the impossible.

To my mind the old masters are not art their value is in their scarcity.

Women have to summon courage to fulfill dormant dreams.

I just love all the details about movies, and it's fun to be involved in everything. I just love it. It's just a little added fun thing to be consulted about stuff.

Better not be a hero than work oneself up into heroism by shouting lies.

I think that his [Obama's] task will be to develop an overall strategy for America in this period, when really a New World Order can be created.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.