There are now some mountains that my brain can no longer climb.

Anger is a fuel. You need fuel to launch a rocket. But if all you have is fuel without any complex internal mechanism directing it, you don't have a rocket. You have a bomb

Businesspeople are like sharks, not just because we're gray and slightly oily, or because our teeth trail the innards of those we have eviscerated, but because we must move forward or die.

After nearly 6,000 years of evidence on the subject, one thing stands clear: the people who end up as leaders in any organization, large or small, are often the craziest guys around.

If you can listen well, people will say you're a good conversationalist.

What about passion, dedication, loyalty? Can a robot provide those? No! On the other hand, it's easier to retire a robot when its day is done.

Reading my way all the way through Sherlock Holmes gave me a lifelong love for crime and detective fiction.

There are no living beings who exert more power over others, pound for pound, than tiny babies and extremely thin moguls.

I would love to have the power to stop waking at 3 a.m. every night to check my e-mail.

I would like to have my consciousness digitally preserved and housed in a pleasant place for later insertion into a fully functional cyborg when that's possible.

I can't think of a comparable level of cultural excitement about something since Neil Armstrong landed on the moon in the 1960s.

Step up your game and success will step up to you.

Continuous effort-not strength or intelligence-is the key to unlocking our potential.

Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism.

Everyone wants to be part of the 99%, even the cops are like, "No, no, man. I'm part of the 99% too." No one wants to be part of the 1%.

[The passage of the Sugar Act] set people a thinking, in six months, more than they had done in their whole lives before.

The way I look it is hard to look like a normal person. You know, in the streets when I was a kid, people always said I looked strange, and it made me feel unhappy.

Fatalism is a false premise. What will be is not necessarily what must be.

Recalling an old magistrate's words to a young attorney, The rain it raineth on the just And also on the unjust fella; But chiefly on the just, because The unjust steals the just's umbrella.

The first great gift we can bestow on others is a good example.

I consider my teenage years as being desperately unhappy.