Why does a public discussion of economic policy so often show the abysmal ignorance of the participants?

If God had meant there to be more than two factors of production, He would have made it easier for us to draw three-dimension al diagrams.

You can see the computer age everywhere but in the productivity statistics.

There is not some glorious theoretical synthesis of capitalism that you can write down in a book and follow. You have to grope your way

But part of the job of economics is weeding out errors. That is much harder than making them, but also more fun.

The world can, in effect, get along without natural resources, so exhaustion is just an event, not a catastrophe.

Computers show up everywhere except the growth statistics.

The fact that there is no such thing as a perfect anti-sepsis does not mean that one might as well do brain surgery in a sewer.

The key thing about wealth in a capitalist economy is that it reproduces itself and usually earns a positive net return.

Until you understand your customers - deeply and genuinely - you cannot truly serve them

Surely only boring people went in for conversations consisting of questions and answers. The art of true conversation consisted in the play of minds.

I dont want to create a monster; I want to make something which is new, exceptional, something that only I do...something that references tradition, but is still new.

No church can be prospered in which all the ministration comes from the pulpit.

I don't know; it just seemed like the cooler guys are playing Xbox. At least the ones I know.

Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

A strong, successful man is not the victim of his environment. He creates favorable conditions. His own inherent force and energy compel things to turn out as he desires.

Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.

My face is my passport.