The Zen philosophy posits that 'human beings suffer' and 'the cause of suffering is desire.' The way to put an end to suffering is to stop wanting everything, all the time.

There are only two ways to establish competitive advantage: do things better than others or do them differently.

You seldom improve quality by cutting costs, but you can often cut costs by improving quality.

Start out with an ideal and end up with a deal.

Albrecht's Law - Intelligent people, when assembled into an organization, will tend toward collective stupidity.

Customer needs have an unsettling way of not staying satisfied for very long.

If the frontline people do count, you couldn't prove it by examining the reward systems in most organizations.

Old paradigms die hard, even if they don't work.

Televisions and movies have made many Americans into habitual consumers of synthetic experience-audiovisual fantasies that simply pass the time.

We have to speak the truth always, at any cost, and no matter what.

Flowers of sin, like some black sun, Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.

I opened fire when the whole windshield was black with the enemy . . . at minimum range . . . it doesn't matter what your angle is to him or whether you are in a turn or any other maneuver.

All love is original, no matter how many other people have loved before.

Change, of course, is growth, and anything that is not growing is either paralysed or it's not alive, because that's life; we always change and we grow.

From the the protection of different and unequal faculties of acquiring property, the possession of different degrees and kinds of property immediately results.

And I'll never let myself down..How so? I don't expect too much from me.

I'd make a better U.S. president than George W. Bush. Bush is an idiot. I'm a better public speaker than him. It makes you wonder about the voters.

I played trumpet in school once because I joined band because a cute boy played trumpet too. And I was really bad at trumpet.

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?