The cure to information overload is more information.

Transparency is the new objectivity.

Metadata liberates us, liberates knowledge.

Personalization is the automatic tailoring of sites and messages to the individuals viewing them, so that we can feel that somewhere there's a piece of software that loves us for who we are.

It's not what you know, and it's not even who you know. It's how much knowledge you give away. Hoarding knowledge diminishes your power because it diminishes your presence.

To a collector of curios, the dust is metadata.

The smartest person in the room, is the room.

Business is a conversation because the defining work of business is conversation - literally. And 'knowledge workers' are simply those people whose job consists of having interesting conversations.

The next darwin is more likely to be a data wonk than a naturalist wandering through an exotic landscape.

This is an awesome time to be a knowledge seeker, no better time, but it's also the best time in history to be a complete idiot.

How we organize our world reflects not only the world but also our interests, our passions, our needs, our dreams.

One rash person in the right place and earth could be a sterile cinder in seconds, but that's been more-or-less true for a century.

The window was open for us to play in the consumer as data, voice, video came together. This is where you have to have the courage to take good business risks because if you don't, you never win.

Quality is not an act, it is a habit.

When we think of digitally disconnecting and inviting presence into our lives, we are creating the conditions of integration within and between.

True artistic expression lies in conveying emotion.

... [ellipsis in source] it is true that the world was made in six days, but it was by God, to whose power the infirmity of men isnot to be compared.

What I've always done as an entertainer is try to come up with things that people will find interesting, or compelling, or humorous.

They have terrified my poor wife and threatened my very person!" Halt eyed the man impassivley until the outburst was finished. Worse than that," he said quietly, "they've wasted my time.

Each man has to seek out his own special aptitude for a higher life in the midst of the humble and inevitable reality of daily existence. Than this, there can be no nobler aim in life.

I didn't like where I once was, so I promised myself I wouldn't be back there.