Your Brain is for having ideas not storing them.

My opinion is that anybody offended by breastfeeding is staring too hard

Much of the stress that people feel doesn't come from having too much to do. It comes from not finishing what they've started.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the way out is through.

Your ability to generate power is directly proportional to your ability to relax

Your mind is for having ideas, not holding them.

Once a week, do a thorough review of all your projects in as much detail as you need to. If you do, your systems will work. If you don't, no system will work.

Sometimes the biggest gain in productive energy will come from cleaning the cobwebs, dealing with old business, and clearing the desks—cutting loose debris that's impeding forward motion.

You can do anything, but not everything.

Small things done consistently, in strategic places, create major impact.

Most people move actually into high performance in a crisis because that creates the kind of focus that creates high performance.

The prophecy has come true! You put the sea salt in the soup...You are the one!

Those who start in business with too little money are more likely to succeed than those who start with too much. Energy and imagination are the springboards to wealth creation.

The thing that has been weighing on my mind this week is that I wanted to go and save all the little live lobsters in restaurants and throw them back in the ocean. Imagine me being arrested for that.

The only good imitations are those that poke fun at bad originals.

Economic theorists should not make such a production about taking a rabbit out of a hat after having put the rabbit into the hat in full view of the audience.

So many nurses had turned into emotionally disturbed handmaidens of the war, in their yellow-and-crimson uniforms with bone buttons.

Alzheimer's ... it is a barren disease, as empty and lifeless as a desert. It is a thief of hearts and souls and memories.

Running is like a form of meditation for me and a great way to clear my head.

Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.