Passion mutates into procedures, into rules and roles. Instead of purpose, we focus on policies. Instead of being free to create, we impose constraints that squeeze the life out of us.

Without reflection, we go blindly on our way.

There is no power for change greater than a community discovering what it cares about.

When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other.

Very great change starts from very small conversations, held among people who care.

Without reflection, we go blindly on our way, creating more unintended consequences, and failing to achieve anything useful.

I think a major act of leadership right now, call it a radical act, is to create the places and processes so people can actually learn together, using our experiences

I think we have to notice that the business processes we use right now for thinking and planning and budgeting and strategy are all delivered on very tight agendas.

[A]ll change, even very large and powerful change, begins when a few people start talking with one another about something they care about.

It's not differences that divide us. It's our judgments about each other that do.

Leadership is a series of behaviors rather than a role for heroes.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

All lived lives of dignity and repression.

My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.

Spam will be a thing of the past in two years' time.

When things don't go your way, never forget who you are, and always remember the bigger picture.

The wind cannot shake a mountain. Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.

[Avoid] likewise the accumulation of debt.

The quickness and flexibility of a well mind, a belief or hope that things will eventually sort themselves out-these are the resources lost to a person when the brain is ill.

Those not present are always wrong.

I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.