No work is "most important." Or, put differently, all work is important but work done poorly becomes most important.

In order to do what really matters to you, you have to, first of all, know what really matters to you.

You brain does its best when it is doing a task it can do well. That's basic brain science.

Young people beginning a career need to realize that there are lots of "buses" in life. More often than not, selecting which one to be on determines success or failure, joy or despair.

Lack of respect for the worker. This nourishes disconnection, fear, anger, phoniness, and all the bad stuff that impedes excellence.

All connections matter, but the people you depend upon matter most.

It is the greatest feeling in the world. When we shine, we defy death for the moment. We enter into a state of immersion in the craft we ply, a state in which we become one with what we do.

I agree with Stephen Covey that too many people spend too much time on doing what is urgent rather than on doing what is import.

You've got to be in it to win it

No matter how organized your ducks are, life can turn on 2 seconds. So, you can't keep on waiting. Because, if you keep on waiting, it's gone.

As long as I can get angry then I play well. If I play well I can beat everybody. I am happy because I am getting angry.

That's what I am standing up for - Israel's future as a Jewish and democratic state living side-by-side in peace and security with its neighbors.

I understand Hitler... I sympathise with him a little bit.

Every year there's a few more things I'm not sure of. I've decided that a wide-ranging uncertainty is the mark of the true maturity of man.

It's a sad thing about politics that most people get power too late, in that they differ from ladies of easy virtue who get their pleasures too early.

I hate to break this to you: One of these days I'm going to die. I expect that when I croak I'll no longer be using Twitter, unless I can do it from the grave.

You should never tell someone they have a nice dimple, because maybe they were shot in the face with a BB gun.

The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.