The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.

GOOD IDEAS ALTER THE BALANCE IN RELATIONSHIPS. THAT IS WHY GOOD IDEAS ARE ALWAYS INITIALLY RESISTED.

You do not own the molecules. They are stardust. They belong to God. What you do own is your soul. Nobody can take that away from you.

...the best Evil Plan offers something much more for people--a chance to buy into an idea that matters, and share it with people who matter to them.

If your business plan depends on suddenly being "discovered" by some big shot, your plan will probably fail. Nobody suddenly discovers anything. Things are made slowly and in pain.

The only people who can change the world are people who want to. And not everybody does.

Art suffers the moment other people start paying for it.

Anyone can be an idealist. Anyone can be a cynic. The hard part lies somewhere in the middle—that is, being human.

..The stuff you learn beforehand will never be one-tenth as useful as the stuff you learn the hard way, on the job.

They're only crayons. You didn't fear them in Kindergarten, why fear them now?

‎Man is never his emotions and that all feelings are ephemeral- that no one is truly genuinely ecstatic, sad, angry or passionately in love forever, which means emotions are never to be trusted.

Good part about life is everyone is broken...

In my youth I stressed freedom, and in my old age I stress order. I have made the great discovery that liberty is a product of order.

One scientist had discussions about love and compassion. Usually, he felt irritation. After our meeting, for some months, anger never come.

When you hear kids singing your songs it just validates them, they sound like real songs when you hear them back, it's quite refreshing. Like songs that could have been around for a hundred years.

People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.

For those colours which you wish to be beautiful, always first prepare a pure white ground.

What a tragedy is help where it harms what it supports!

I would never sell my soul, for cars and gold

you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.