The skills gap is a reflection of what we value. To close the gap, we need to change the way the country feels about work.

We are lending money we don't have to kids who can't pay it back to train them for jobs that no longer exist. That's nuts.

Passion is too important to be without, but too fickle to be guided by. Which is why I’m more inclined to say, 'Don’t Follow Your Passion, But Always Bring it With You.'

Dirt used to be a badge of honor. Dirt used to look like work. But we've scrubbed the dirt off the face of work and consequently we've created this suspicion of anything that's too dirty.

The flaw in our character is our insistence on separating blue-collar jobs from white-collar jobs, and encouraging one form of education over another.

I can say the willingness to get dirty has always defined us as an nation, and it's a hallmark of hard work and a hallmark of fun, and dirt is not the enemy.

Happiness comes from knowing what you truly value, and behaving in a way that's consistent with those beliefs.

What you do, who you’re with, and how you feel about the world around you, is completely up to you.

Why does a chicken coop only have two doors? ... Because if it had four doors, it would be a chicken sedan.

I wouldn't wish any specific thing for any specific person - it's none of my business. But the idea that a four-year degree is the only path to worthwhile knowledge is insane. It's insane.

Don't follow your passion, but always bring it with you.

The wish to pray is a prayer in itself.

If you are living an original life, there is absolutely no need to compete with anyone else.

One dream can change your destiny.

Sixty two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth. Idiots!

My family owns a music store in Claremont, California, called The Claremont Folk Music Center.

Howl’s voice was presently heard shouting weakly, “Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here!

The ordinary chestnut can beget a sickly and reluctant laugh, but it takes a horse chestnut to fetch the gorgeous big horse-laugh.

Every empire eventually falls.

The final mystery is oneself... Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul.

Men will never rest till they've spoiled the earth and destroyed the animals.