Neither inherently good nor evil, electronic communication platforms are 100 percent dependent on user input.

For every opinion, there is an equal and opposite opinion.

An organization's proprietary, internal information is constrained only by an understanding that stake-holders will keep organizational matters within the organization.

The written word imparts a gravitas the spoken word lacks. The underlying assumption is that time and thought has been expended on what was written, even if that is not the case.

In the Darwinian environment of business, one's most provocative words are naturally selected by competitors to be hurled back at them at the most inopportune moments. Do not arm your adversaries.

Most people do not see their words as power.

Emails are viewed as an essential historical record of an organization. A record that cannot be expunged must be created with care or not created at all.

History was once rewritten by the victors. Now we write our own immutable histories with every email, text, and post.

...with electronic communication, what one writes in a moment, eternity will not erase.

Electronic communication has transmuted conversations into durable and accessible records. Revisionist history has gone the way of the phone booth.

EWI: Emailing While Intoxicated

A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that's when you know they really mean it.

Danger is opportunity inside out.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

All I am, and all I love, is war. I don't know who I will be if I stop. The world, if it is to survive, needs a leader, not a warmonger. The world I want to make does not require me

Abandon all nations, the planet drifts to random insect doom.

The future belongs to crowds.

Rien n'est plus parfait, plus acheve qu'un cadavre. Nothing is more perfect, more complete than a corpse.

I have always been on the side of the heretics, against those who burned them, because the heretics so often turned out to be right....Dead, but right.

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.

The best pace is a suicide pace, and today looks like a good day to die.