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American Proverbs


Success has many fathers, but failure is an orphan.

[When something succeeds, many people take credit for it; but when something fails, people tend to do the opposite.]


American Proverbs


St. Augustine Quotes

(354-430) philosopher and Christian bishop


To many, total abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.

[Sometimes it's easier to avoid something completely than to do it in moderation. Some alcoholics can quite drinking, but very few alcoholics can drink in moderation.]


Edward Bernays Quotes

(1891-1995) advertiser, propagandist


Men are rarely aware of the real reasons which motivate their actions.


A thing may be desired not for its intrinsic worth or usefulness, but because he [the buyer] has unconsciously come to see in it a symbol of something else, the desire for which he is ashamed to admit to himself.


Bhutanese Proverbs


You must first walk around a little before you can understand the distance from the valley to the mountain.


Josh Billings Quotes

(1818-1885) humorist and philosopher


As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand.

[There's not much truth out there in the world--and there's even less of a demand for it. Even though truth is rare, there's still more of it than people want.]


David Brinkley Quotes

(1920-2003) broadcast journalist


People have the illusion that all over the world, all the time, all kinds of fantastic things are happening; when in fact, over most of the world, most of the time, nothing is happening.

[The public promotes the illusion that the world is filled with interesting occurences.]


Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

(1645-1696) writer


The great gift of conversation is less about displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. Anyone who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is very well pleased with you.


Samuel Parkes Cadman Quotes

(1864-1936) Christian radio preacher


A little experience often upsets a lot of theory.


Andrew Carnegie Quotes

(1835-1919) businessmnan


No man will make a great business who wants to do it all himself or to get all the credit for doing it.

[A businessman should be willing to share both the duties and the credit.]


Andrew Carnegie Biography and Quotes


Nicolas Chamfort Quotes

(1741-1794) writer


Though it is commonly thought that the “art of pleasing” is a great way to achieve wealth, there is something that works far better: knowing how to be bored [--in other words, to tolerate boredom when we're with others]. In fact, the talent of acquiring wealth, like the one for succeeding with women, can be reduced practically to that.


Lord Chesterfield / Philip Stanhope Quotes

(1694–1773) British statesman


Remember that the wit, humor, and jokes, of most mixed companies are local. ... Every company is differently circumstanced, has its particular cant and jargon; which may give occasion to wit and mirth within that circle, but would seem flat and insipid in any other.


Patience is the most necessary quality for business, many a man would rather you heard his story than grant his request.


Chinese Proverbs


Close to a blacksmith, learn to hammer out nails; close to a carpenter, learn how to use a saw.


Why so anxiously and busily manage so many evil matters? Drop them all and become a good man.


A hobbling cat is better than a fast horse when rats swarm the palace.


With a helmsman [i.e. leader] that is not nervous, the passengers [i.e. followers] [will feel] secure.


What is earned with hard labor is eaten with pleasure.

{We often value things more when we've worked hard for them.]


Frank A. Clark Quotes


It’s hard to detect good luck—it looks so much like something you’ve earned.


Ty Cobb Quotes

(1886-1961) baseball player


Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.


Confucius Quotes


I used to expect people's conduct to match their words. But nowadays I just listen to what people say and then observe what they do. (Analects 5:9)


I only instruct people who are eager and have a feeling of urgency. If I present one corner and the person does not come back with the other three, I won't continue. (Analects 7:8)


Duke Ai of Lu said to Confucius, "In running the state, I aim to avoid 'getting confused due to a lack of advice.' And yet, I've found that the more people I consult with, the more disorder I tend to encounter." Confucius said, "... [All of your ministers] publicly parrot the biased opinions of [the wealthy and powerful] Mr. Chi Sun. So no matter how many of them you consult, the state cannot help but become disorderly." (Han Fei Tzu)


[My disciples are superior to me in many ways.] Take Yen Hui. He is [superior to me in that he is] very compassionate. On the other hand, he is also inflexible about it. Tzu Kung is a pehnomenal speaker. On the other hand, he does not know when to stop talking. Tzu Lu is very brave. On the other hand, he lacks prudence. Tzu Chang is very dignified. On the other hand, he is unpleasant in social interaction. ... Even if I could, I wouldn't exchange their virtues for my own. And that's why they're intent on learning from me. (Lieh Tzu)


John Craig Quotes


Sociopaths can never quietly appreciate any sort of art, or beauty, unless they are exulting in their possession of it.


Frank H. Crane Quotes

(1912-) author


You often get a better hold upon a problem by going away from it for a time and dismissing it from your mind altogether.


Croatian Proverbs


It's easy for someone to talk about fasting when he has a full belly.


Cuban Proverbs


Brief encounters can result in long relationships.


Wallace B. Donham Quotes

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No book on business effectively warns you that if the boss is prejudiced against men who wear red neckties, it is your business to know it. Yet such little human elements are of great importance.


Maggie Doyne Quotes


One thing that I've learned as of late is that I'm a much better mom, and a much better person when I'm not stressed, when I've taken time to myself to go for a walk, or read a book, or just breathe a little.


Jaques Ellul

(1912–1994) philosopher, law professor, sociologist, theologian, and Christian anarchist


Simply to ask an individual [via a survey] if he believes this or that, or if he has this or that idea, gives absolutely no indication of what behavior he will adopt or what action he will take.


Propaganda tries first of all to create conditioned reflexes in the individual by training him so that certain words, signs, or symbols, even certain persons or facts, provoke unfailing reactions. Eventually the myth takes possession of a man's mind so completely that his life is consecrated to it. ...When the time is ripe, the individual can be thrown into action by active propaganda, by the utilization of the psychological levers that have been set up, and by the evocation of the myth.


Never make a direct attack on an established, reasoned, durable opinion or an accepted clichE, a fixed pattern. ...Existing opinion is not to be contradicted, but utilized. Each individual harbors a large number of stereotypes and established tendencies; from this arsenal the propagandist must select those easiest to mobilize, those which will give the greatest strength to the action he wants to precipitate.


Sonya Friedman Quotes

psychologist


Don’t count on others to hand your life to you. (On a Clear Day You Can See Yourself, p. 23)


Some people are not capable of giving you what you’re trying to get from them. (38)


Jon Gery Quotes


You just can't make everyone happy. It is a law. But if you try, and go a little bit out of your way, you could make someone smile. It is a law.


George Getty Quotes


You must never try to make all the money that’s in a deal. Let the other fellow make some money too, because if you have a reputation for always making all the money, you won’t have many deals.


J. Paul Getty Quotes

(1892-1976) oil tycoon, investor, and philanthropist


I would rather earn 1% off a 100 people’s efforts than 100% of my own efforts.


In times of rapid change, experience can sometimes be your worst enemy.


Baltasar Gracian Quotes


Nothing depreciates a person more than to show he is just like anyone else. (289)


Do not condemn alone that which pleases all. There must be something good in a thing that pleases so many—even if it cannot be explained it is certainly enjoyed. Peculiarity is always hated and, when in the wrong, laughed at. (270)


Baltasar Gracian Biography and Quotes


Francesco Guicciardini Quotes


Pay more attention to what people will do based on their disposition and habits, and less attention to what's reasonable for them to do. (151)


People often become so consumed with the idea that someone else wronged them, that they sacrifice honor and money in order to get revenge. (150)


Even though many people prove to be ungrateful, don't let that stop you from benefitting others [as long as you do it judiciously]. Beneficence is, in itself, a noble and almost divine quality. Plus, as you benefit others, you'll come across someone so grateful, that he'll make up for everyone else's ingratitude. (11)


We often see the advantages of having a good name and reputation. And these advantages are hardly anything compared to those that are unseen. (158)


We only see a small percentage of the advantages that come from friends and family. After all, occasions when you need their help are rare in comparison with the day-to-day benefits of knowing you can have their support when you will. (87)


Since friends are so valuable, never lose a chance to make them—for people are brought into constant contact with one another, and friends help and foes hinder at times and in places where you least expect it. (14)


If someone wants to get ahead in the world, he should hide his failures and exaggerate his successes. (86)


Worldly advancement depends more on people’s opinions than on reality. (86)


More Francesco Guicciardini Quotes

Hebrew Proverbs


A good son-in-law is like the acquisition of a new son; a bad one is like the loss of your daughter.


Adolph Hitler Quotes


The great mass of people will more easily fall victim to a big lie than a small one.


The art of leadership... consists in consolidating the attention of the people against a single adversary and taking care that nothing will split up that attention.


The leader of genius must have the ability to make different opponents appear as if they belonged to one category.


I use emotion for the many and reserve reason for the few.


Adam Hochschild Quotes


People are more likely to care about the suffering of others in a distant place if that misfortune evokes a fear of their own.


Soichiro Honda Quotes


If you hire only those people you understand, the company will never get people better than you are. Always remember that you often find outstanding people among those you don't particularly like.


The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred.


Iranian / Persian Proverbs


The way a house is decorated will tell much about its owner.


Italian Proverbs


Many a true word is spoken in jest.


Natasha Jackson Quotes


[O]ne cannot appreciate another person without seeing some good in him. If one does not appreciate the other person in the slightest degree, one would be hard put to experience joy at any stroke of good fortune or success that may befall him. ...If one has a misanthropic view of mankind, regarding people as essentially evil and not worth being concerned about, one cannot, on the face of it, make much headway with any of The Four Divine Abidings. To have a sympathetic attitude towards human beings does not betoken an idealization of man, but rather a realistic appraisal: that, though often in error and grievously at fault, man has, nevertheless, the potential to rise above his darkness and ignorance into the light of knowledge and even to undreamed of heights of Nirvana.


Japanese Proverbs


A few kind words can warm three winter months.


Samuel Johnson Quotes

(1709-1784) writer


We have less reason to be surprised or offended when we find others differ from us in opinion, because we very often differ from ourselves.


Every man, however hopeless his pretensions may appear to all but himself, has some project by which he hopes to rise to reputation; some art by which he imagines that the notice of the world will be attracted; some quality, good or bad, which discriminates him from the common herd of mortals, and by which others may be persuaded to love, or compelled to fear him. (Rambler 164)


I have often known very severe and lasting malevolence excited by unlucky censures, which would have fallen without any effect, had they not happened to wound a part remarkably tender. Gustulus, who valued himself upon the nicety of his palate, disinherited his eldest son for telling him that the wine, which he was then commending, was the same which he had sent away the day before as not fit to be drunk. Proculus withdrew his kindness from a nephew, whom he had always considered as the most promising genius of the age, for happening to praise in his presence the graceful horsemanship of Marius. And Fortunio, when he was privy counsellor, procured a clerk to be dismissed from one of the publick offices, in which he was eminent for his skill and assiduity, because he had been heard to say that there was another man in the kingdom on whose skill at billiards he would lay his money against Fortunio’s. (Rambler 40)


It is not often that any man can have so much knowledge of another as is necessary to make instruction useful. (Rambler 7)


A request made with diffidence and timidity is easily denied, because the petitioner himself seems to doubt its fitness… (Rambler 166) *


I have now spent fifty-five years in resolving: having, from the earliest time almost that I can remember, been forming plans of a better life. I have done nothing. (Prayers)


Orison Swett Marden Quotes

(1850-1924) writer


[W]e expect too much from the great happenings, the unusual things, and we overlook the common flowers on the path of life, from which we might abstract sweets, comforts, delights. ... Real happiness is so simple that most people do not recognize it. It is derived from the simplest, the quietest, the most unpretentious things in the world. (The Joys of Living)


Everywhere we see people starving for love, famishing for affection, for someone to appreciate them. ( Be Good to Yourself)


Orison Swett Marden Biography and Quotes


Mencius Quotes


Friendship should disregard a person’s age, station, and relatives. Friendship with someone is friendship with his qualities only. Meng Hsien Tzu was a high ranking person and had five friends... They maintained a friendship as if he didn't possess that rank. If his rank had been taken into consideration, they wouldn't have [truly] been friends.


Metastasio (Pietro Trapassi / Antonio Domenico Bonaventura Trapassi Pietro) Quotes

(1698-1782) poet


If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! (Giuseppe Riconosciuto)


Tokuchika Miki Quotes


Each man should aim at self-expression on his highest level. He should aspire to such self-expression as no one else has ever attained.


J. Pierpont Morgan Quotes


A man generally has two reasons for doing a thing: one that sounds good, and a real one.


Nigerian Proverbs


It takes a whole village to raise a child. (Yoruba)


Pancastikaya Quotes


Due to wrong faith, the attitude of a person becomes perverted. Religion is as unattractive to him as sweet juice to a person suffering from fever, for he cannot relish it. (1:6)


Ted Pollock Quotes


People tend to become rigid in their thinking, to see things in one way and one way only. The person used to judging the value of a product according to its price is apt to use price as the frame of reference for all other products. The person to whom efficiency of operation is most important will consider efficiency the sole touchstone of value for other products. Another may consider durability the ultimate test of value.


When someone comes to you with a complaint, it probably represents weeks, even months, of gnawing doubt, discomfort and anxiety. Resist the temptation to belittle it, no matter how baseless it may be. Remember that, as a supervisor, you enjoy a larger view of things—a view that permits you to see events in a larger context with more perspective. Lacking this wider view, the employee may very well be suffering from tunnel vision. ... Be understanding. This becomes particularly important when you consider that a person with a gripe is in no mood to be reasonable. Not at first. Above all, he craves an audience, someone to whom he can pour out his tale of woe. Therefore, the smart supervisor makes it a point, at the very first hint of trouble, to establish communications with the dissatisfied employee.


Big conflicts seldom materialize out of thin air. They are usually preceded by minor skirmishes and other warning signals. If you take the trouble to keep your fingers on your people’s pulse—what’s pleasing them, what’s eating at them—you can usually spot a battle in the making and take appropriate action before it’s too late.


Portuguese (Portugal) Proverbs


He who is well prepared has already won half of the battle.


John D. Rockefeller Quotes

(1839-1937) industrialist, philanthropist


The ability to deal with people is as purchasable a commodity as sugar or coffee…and I will pay more for that ability than for any other under the sun.


Romanian Proverbs


Choose a wife to please yourself, not others.


After the war, many heroes present themselves.


Rwandan Proverbs


In the birds’ court, a cockroach never wins his case.

[People have a strong tendency to favor others from their own group.]


Charles M. Schwab Quotes

(1862-1939) steel executive


That’s the way character is formed—doing callisthenic feats with obstacles and adversities. I tell you the hard knocks are the nest eggs of our fortunes.

The men that are not made of the right stuff go under with them and are never heard of again.

And there are the others who are soured and embittered by them, and they’re heard from eternally. They haven’t a good word to say for the world’s plan, because when it got a trifle complicated it baffled them. Those are the men who do more harm to the youth of civilization than its vices.

Then there are those who start out, sometimes with bare feet and holes in their trousers, bravely resolving never to let circumstances crush them, never to harbor bitterness over defeat, but to save their energies for the next encounter. These are the men hard knocks don’t hurt. They toughen them; they help them get ready for the next encounter. To these men, it’s only a question of sufficient hardship, and sacrifice, and battle, to make them proof against any onslaught. These are the soldiers, the victors.


Joaquin Setanti Quotes


Be wary of the man who urges an action in which he himself incurs no risk.


Spanish Proverbs


Talking about bulls is not the same thing as being in the bullring.


Richard Steele Quotes

(1672-1729) Irish politician and writer


It is a Secret known but to few, yet of no small use in the Conduct of Life, that when you fall into a Man's Conversation, the first thing you should consider is, whether he has a greater Inclination to hear you, or that you should hear him. The latter is the more general Desire, and I know very able Flatterers that never speak a Word in Praise of the Persons from whom they obtain daily Favours, but still practise a skilful Attention to whatever is uttered by those with whom they converse. (Spectator 49)


Sun Tzu Quotes

The Art of War


Attack him where he is unprepared; appear where you are not expected.


Do not repeat tactics just because they have gained you one victory. Instead, let your methods be regulated by the infinite variety of circumstances.


The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.


If soldiers are punished before they have grown attached to you, they will not prove submissive; and, unless submissive, then will be practically useless. If, when the soldiers have become attached to you, punishments are not enforced, they will still be useless. Therefore, soldiers must be treated in the first instance with humanity, but kept under control by means of iron discipline. This is a certain road to victory. (9:42-43)


Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys. Look upon them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. If, however, you are lenient, but unable to make your authority felt; kind-hearted, but unable to enforce your commands; and incapable, moreover, of quelling disorder; then your soldiers must be likened to spoilt children—they are useless for any practical purpose. (10:25-26)


Carefully study the well-being of your men, and do not overtax them. Concentrate your energy and hoard your strength…


When the general is weak and without authority; when his orders are not clear and distinct; when there are no fixed duties assigned to officers and men, and the ranks are formed in a slovenly haphazard manner, the result is utter disorganization. (10:18)


Cass R. Sunstein Quotes

(1954-) legal scholar, Administrator of the White House Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs


[T]here's a little Homer Simpson in all of us. Sometimes we have self-control problems, sometimes we're impulsive... Once we know that people are human and have some Homer Simpson in them, then there's a lot that can be done to manipulate them.


People are certainly not sheep. Many of us display a great deal of independence. But most human beings, including many apparent rebels, are strongly influenced by the views and actions of others.


A good way to create an extremist group, or a cult of any kind, is to separate members from the rest of society. This separation can occur physically or psychologically, by creating a sense of suspicion about nonmembers.


Like-minded people tend to move to a more extreme version of what they thought before they started to talk.


Extremists and hate-filled [web]sites tend to attract likeminded people who, if isolated, could come to their senses.


Taiwanese Proverbs


Some prefer liquor, others prefer tofu, and some even like rotten salmon.


Paul Tournier Quotes

(1898-1986) doctor who developed a psychiatric method he termed “medicine of the person”


Most illnesses do not, as is generally thought, come like a bolt out of the blue. The ground is prepared for years through faulty diet, intemperance, overwork, and moral conflicts, slowly eroding the subject’s vitality.


Tunisian Proverbs


The enemy of your belly: 40 years.

[If you take away someone's food or livlihood, he'll hold it against you for 40 years.]


By telling the truth, your head will be cracked.


If you see someone riding a bamboo-cane/log, tell him “What a lovely horse!”

[Allow others to enjoy their own fantasies]


Mike Tyson Quotes

(1966-) heavyweight boxer


Everyone has a game plan until you get hit in the mouth.


Am I an animal? If necessary—it depends on what situation am I in…


Uttaradhyayana Sutra Quotes


Though others sleep [i.e. are unvigilant], be awake [i.e. vigilant]! Like a wise man, trust nobody, but always be on the alert; for time is dangerous, and the body is weak. Be ever watchful, like the [two-headed] Bharunda bird. 4:6


'If he does not get it [victory] early, he will get it afterwards'--such reasoning assumes the eternity of human life. But such a person will despair when his life draws to its close, and the dissolution of his body approaches. 4:9


Wang Ji Wu Quotes


My thoughts are pure; in spirit I seek to forget myself and transcend the common affairs of the world, keeping my life simple and my desires few. With a clear heart, I do not contend with others or make demands upon the world, but rather seek to contribute what I can for the benefit of all, aiding those in need and protecting those in danger.


Ewing T. Webb and John B. Morgan Quotes


Ordinarily it is not very difficult to find out what other people want and how they want it. All that is necessary, as a rule, is simply to keep our mind on the other fellow's problems instead of our own, to make a real business of studying his viewpoint.


Only by approaching people through their own point of view can we hope to control them.


Anonymous / Unknown Source


Man would've perished long ago, had it not been for public spirited people.


Do all you can to be good, and you’ll be so.


Heaven is a cheap purchase, whatever it cost.


The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.


For one rich person that is content, there are a hundred who are not.


You gain power over another person by winning his heart or by breaking his spirit.


The gods delight to see a man struggling to succeed.


Everyone thinks himself able to advise another.


People will pay liberally to be made to feel or laugh, while they will begrudge a dime for instruction or talk that will make them think.


A gift with a kind countenance is a double present.


Best dealing with an enemy when you take him at his weakest.


Dangers are overcome with dangers.


Fear can keep a man out of danger, but only courage can support him in it.


Few dare write the true news of their chamber.


Flattery fits in the parlor when plain dealing is kicked out of doors.


He is no wise man that cannot play the fool upon occasion.


If you're a jester, keep your wit till you have use for it.


No one can always stand his ground.


Old men think themselves cunning.


Prosperous people seldom mend their faults.


Patience and pusillanimity are two [different] things.


They love dancing well, that dance barefoot upon thorns.


They seldom live well, who think they shall live long.


Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them.


There's no defense against the wildfire of the mob.


Argument seldom convinces anyone contrary to his inclinations.


He that would right understand a person must read his whole story.


People's actions aren't to be judged at first sight.


Our pity is often misapplied; for none can tell what another feels.


At the end of the work, you may judge of the workman.


A friend that you buy with presents will be bought from you.


If you don't pay a servant his wages, he'll pay himself [by stealing].


People hate those they have hurt.


Since you wronged me, you've never had a good thought of me.


It's easier to prevent ill habits than to break them.


It's harder to unlearn than learn.



[M]y great uncle was a quiet guy. He wasn't around much. He lived in a small town. But when he died a LOT of people came to the funeral. Way more than expected. Turns out he'd spent a lot of his time volunteering, visiting with old folks, talking with people in hospice, the food pantry, etc. etc. He never told anyone. When he died all the people from these different volunteer organizations showed up along with the people he'd helped. Line was around the block to the funeral.


A friend of mine was having a hard week. We had two tests that week, and between school and rent, he was really stressed. He really looks up to another friend of ours, who graduated last year. So I called the mutual friend and told him to call my first friend and cheer him up. He was so happy I heard about it three times that week, but he never found out that I arranged it. I hope it stays that way, so that he thinks he got the call out of the blue. ...It made me really happy knowing I helped him through a tough week.


[One] time I received a gift set of processed ham and Spam for Chuseok (major Korean holiday) when living in Korea. I didn't want it, so I decided to give it to the parking garage security guard in my apartment building. This guard was always so gruff and stony with me ... until I gave him the gift set. I told him I was re-gifting, but nevertheless he was moved to tears and told me nobody had ever done anything so nice for him. Slight exaggeration on his part, I'm sure, but from there on out he gave me a hats-off salute every time I passed by and he watched my bike for me when I was out of country.


My friend’s father volunteers at the local soup kitchen three times a week. What's amazing about this is that his family has been struggling with money and has eaten at shelters several times themselves in the past. When I asked why he does it, he said, "All people deserve something to eat, and I know there are others who have far less than us right now."


I was day tripping to Vancouver from Seattle and stopped in for lunch at a little cafe. From my window I saw a young teenage girl out in the cold, squatted down in a closed up businesses doorway, holding a small bundle in her arms. She was panhandling, people were mostly walking by ignoring her. She looked just broken.

I finished up my meal and went outside, went through my wallet and thought I'd give her $5 for some food. I got up to her and she was sobbing, she looked like she was 14-15. And that bundle in her arms was a baby wrapped up. I felt like I just got punched in the chest. She looked up putting on a game face and asked for any change, I asked her if she's like some lunch. Right next door was a small quick-Trip type grocery store, I got a can of formula for the baby (very young, maybe 2-3 months old.), and took her back to the cafe though I'd just eaten. She was very thankful, got a burger and just inhaled it. Got her some pie and ice cream. She opened up and we talked. She was 15, got pregnant, parents were angry and she was fighting with them. She ran away. She's been gone almost 1 full year.

I asked her if she'd like to go home and she got silent. I coaxed her, she said her parents wouldn't want her back. I coaxed further, she admitted she stole 5k in cash from her Dad. Turns out 5k doesn't last long at all and the streets are tough on a 15 year old. Very tough. She did want to go back, but she was afraid no one wanted her back after what she did.

We talked more, I wanted her to use my phone to call home but she wouldn't. I told her I'd call and see if her folks wanted to talk to her, she hesitated and gave bad excuses but eventually agreed. She dialed the number and I took the phone, her Mom picked up and I said hello. Awkwardly introduced myself and said her daughter would like to speak to her, silence, and I heard crying. Gave the phone to the girl and she was just quiet listening to her Mom cry, and then said hello. And she cried. They talked, she gave the phone back to me, I talked to her Mom some more.

I drove her down to the bus station and bought her a bus ticket home. Gave her $100 cash for incidentals, and some formula, diapers, wipes, snacks for the road.

Got to the bus, and she just cried saying thank you over and over. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and a hug, kissed her baby, and she got on the bus.

I get a chistmas card every year from her. She's 21 now and in college. Her name is Makayla and her baby was Joe. ...

I just feel good knowing I did something good in this world.


I gave my umbrella to a Japanese tourist during a downpour. I was getting into my car and he had at least a mile to walk (based on where we ran into one another). He said "thank you for your kindness" and bowed like 10 times.


One of my classmates passed away from leukemia. She loved to learn, but couldn't continue in school for the last six months due to her illness. I found out this afternoon at her memorial service that our English teacher had gone to her house to read to her every single day until she died.


When I was younger I had abusive parents, like really abusive parents, one night in the middle of a snowstorm they threw me outside in the snow with no shoes or socks and in a tshirt. It was freezing cold. I was wandering around the neighborhood behind the houses because I was too embarassed.

Suddenly, a neighbor of mine, (17ish) was sitting on his window smoking and looking at the snow. He saw me, asked what the hell I was doing, I just gave him this look and he leaned out his window, grabbed me by the arms and hauled me up into his window. He gave me some blankets and let me sit there in the warmth for awhile and we just small talked and he put on a movie. A little while later my mother came by, saw him and asked if he had seen me. He instantly, without hesitating told her no, and watched until she left before helping me back home.

At the time, it was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me, the only person who had ever protected me from my abusive parents. Since then I've always been doing my best to help my friends and acquaintances from their abusive families or relationships.

It can feel so alone being in an abusive situation, and the feeling of having someone protect you never goes away. Pay that shit forward.


Today, I received a call from my good friend's mom thanking me for taking the time to talk to her son, who had decided to see a counselor this morning instead of killing himself--which he apparently admitted openly. Last night, I talked to my friend for an hour outside of his parent's house, and had no idea I had just saved his life.


Today, I helped make food for the homeless. The man I was giving the sandwich to said he didn’t want it. I asked why and he pointed to his friend behind him and said, “I want the birthday boy here to have two sandwiches on his special day. It’s the only gift I have to give.” His friend was elated. People who have nothing and still give MakeMeThink.


Turns out that Fast Eddy has a masters degree in economics. He lost his wife in a car accident 3 years earlier and turned to drugs to kill the pain. What started out as weed and hard liquor turned into coke, meth, and speed. He was living in a homeless shelter and had nothing but the clothes on his back.

... We sat for a while, after we finished eating before we walked back to South Station, I asked him what he would do now, if he had the chance to turn things around. Eddy looked right at me and said that he couldn't turn things around, he couldn't get over his losses. I asked about his family. His mom lives in South Carolina from what he confessed, and his Dad passed away 6 months before his Wife. I asked him when the last time he talked to his mom was, he told me 3 and a half years ago.

I thought to myself about the amount of money that I had in my bank account. $650 was approximately what I had in my checking, savings was pretty low too. I asked him if he had any interest in going home, to see his mom and get out of the harsh New England winter. He told me time and time again that he couldn't go back to living with his mom, he was 34 years old and his pride couldn't take the hit...

I pointed out to him that he was strung out on meth, and I want to put him on a bus back home so he can get better. He teared up as soon as I said it and kept saying, "thank you" as he hugged me. ... Before I put him on the Bus I cashed out all but $40 of my checking account and went to a few stores to get him some respectable clothing. He ended up looking a lot more human once he shaved, washed up, and got into some clean clothing.

I pulled out my cell phone and told him to call his mom, and to tell her that he's coming home. The phone call lasted a little over 20 minutes, which made me end up missing my train, I didn't really care at this point. I knew that even if this man went back to drugs... that for this brief moment, he was happy.

I put him on that bus Feb 23rd 2005, I got a letter with a picture 6 months ago [in 2012]. It was (Fast) Eddy, his mom, his fiance' and their newborn child in the picture. In with the letter was a note it read: "Once, you told me that if I ever needed help you were just a call or a letter away. Now I'm writing you to tell you that it was your help that has saved me from myself. God bless you..."

It went on into more personal details about his old meth habits, his new girlfriend, his relationship with his mom, his new job, and his new life. ...


I was in a hurry and stopped at a gas station to fill up. While I was outside my car a man came up to me and asked if I could spare a buck or two for gas. He, his wife, and his daughter were traveling but were broke and barely made it to the station. They had a broken down old volvo and it was clear that they were vagabonds of some sort who lived in their car. The kid was at most two years old. I was pretty low on cash myself but I thought hey what the hell, I could use some affirmation that people can be kind if I were in their situation. So I swiped my card at their pump and said, "Fill it up. Good luck to you and your family, I hope this can get you where you're going" and walked away. He started crying as I left and I would have lost it too if I wasn't too proud to do so in public. To see a grown man cry like that - both for having received an unexpected gift and for having to be put in the position of begging to keep his family safe, was one of the most profound experiences of my life.


Today, I realized how much my mom has really been through. Her mom and dad divorced when she was young. Her mom was an alcoholic. When she went to live with her dad, he had no idea how to care for a teenage daughter so she learned lots from her neighbors. Then her dad died and she went to live with her mom and her new boyfriend. They were quite abusive, and I don't know how she manages to be the happy mom she is to me today. Her strength MakesMeThink.


I went to college in a pretty horrible neighborhood. We would have parties and have all sorts of people showing up, on a few occasions we had to hire bouncers to keep the locals out. One night at 5 AM after we had a party there was a knock on the door my roommate answered and a homeless gentleman basically pushed his way into the house thinking there was still a party going on. The party had dispersed a few hours earlier, what this guy wanted was some food. My roommate woke me up because he wasn't trying to deal with this guy by himself. I got out of bed and began cooking everything we had, which basically ammounted to some bacon, 3 eggs (no cheese, this homeless gentleman hated cheese) and a bowl of pasta. While I was cooking my roommate went to bed and the guy put espn on the TV and just acted like a normal person (even though it was 5 AM on a weekend). Sometimes you realize that people just want to be treated like people and not shooed away, granted if I were sober and my roommate woke me up at 5 AM to cook for a homeless man the story may be a little different.


Despite the fact that I'm in a failing marriage, I'm steadily working towards all the goals I've set for myself, and live a good life. My friends, family, and coworkers love me. I have a great job, a great church, and am engaged in really fun activities and hobbies. I really want to share this life with my spouse, but if he doesn't love me anymore, I am okay with facing this reality. Looking at my life, and the bright future ahead, MakesMeThink.


Today, I watched as a homeless man crossed the street with a shopping cart full of his belongings near my shop in Portland. The wheel of the cart got stuck in a small pothole and tipped the cart over, and his possessions went everywhere. A man dressed in a suit and tie stopped, got down on his hands and knees, and frantically helped the man gather his things.


My sister sent me a text that said "I love you so much." Worried something was wrong, I called her and asked what was up. Laughing, she replied, "Nothing's up, Anna. I was just thinking today about how much you mean to me and what an amazing role model you've been in my life. I realized I haven't told you I loved you in over a month, and that's just not right when I love you this much."


The end of one of the most difficult months of my life is coming to a close. Over the last four weeks, I discovered my boyfriend was cheating on me, I was laid off from my job, and my mother was diagnosed with cancer and began chemo. Despite all of this, my two best friends have been there for me every step of the way. They’ve taken the trouble to meet me for lunch and dinner, swing by my house randomly to check on me, post little jokes on my Facebook wall, and leave funny messages on my voicemail. Not a single day has passed this month that they haven’t reached out to me to make sure I’m okay. Having true friends who care and go out of their way to keep you smiling MakesMeThink.


This morning I went to drop of my large items to the recycling center. There was an Asian lady in the line who looked about 65-70 years old. She had 6 big black bags of recycling with her. I asked her if she wanted my items, because she was commingling and she could get money for it. She accepted them and thanked me with the most wonderful, loving hug I have ever had.

After leaving the recycling center, I went to the market. I had just finished writing my book, and am hoping to get it published someday. I wanted to pick up some steaks to celebrate. It was kind of a special occasion for me, since I have been unemployed for four months and money is tight.

At the market, I had the steaks in my hand, but then thought about the lady at the recycling center. I put them back and decided to buy hamburgers instead. Then, I went back to the recycling center.

Folding up the twenty dollar bill that I would have spent on steaks, I walked up to the Asian lady. Taking her hand, I put the money in it, gave her a hug, and walked away. All of a sudden, before I could get too far, I felt someone grab me around the waist from behind. (Note: I am 6' tall and she is maybe 5' tall.) I turned around and hugged her back. Tears filled both of our eyes. She told me she loved me and thanked me again. I kissed her cheek and told her to have a wonderful day.

Then I got in my truck and drove away.


A few of us were walking our dogs around the neighborhood yesterday.

"Now, Danny," my sister-in-law said to her son. "When we walk by Miss Margie's house remember to stop and call out and wave to her."

A few houses later Danny called out, "Miss Margie! Miss Margie, are you there?" And Miss Margie's waving hand appeared at the window. Then she looked out, smiled, and leaned back in again.

Danny told me that Miss Margie likes it when he remembers to look for her. She doesn't really like company in her house, but still likes people to think of her.

Kindness, it's as easy as that!


I am a crime scene officer. I responded to a woman who was badly beaten by her husband. Taking pictures of her battered body we talked about her next steps and how there are people more than willing to help her. She said I was her angel.

Just earlier today I watched as a chaplain comforted a grieving husband whose wife committed suicide, thinking I could never do that, but in a way I did without even initially realizing it.


I got a phone call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. She asked me why I wasn’t providing lunch for my daughter over the past few days. Confused, I hung up the phone and asked my daughter what she was doing with her lunches. She said, "Katie’s mom is in the hospital and hasn’t been able to make any meals for the last week, so I gave a few of my lunches to her.”


So many people today know how it feels to be on limited funds. I do my best to help others. Whether paying bills or at the grocery store, I am always looking out for those who need help. And today I was blessed to be able to help a homeless man.

He was sitting outside the grocery store, shivering. You would think that in Arizona people wouldn't get that cold but this man was really shivering.

My hubby and I were putting our groceries in the van and I saw a folded blanket just laying in the middle of the seat. I grabbed it, our 8-piece chicken dinner and a bottle of juice and gave them all to him.

He was so thankful that he stood up and hugged me. He said, "God bless you, sister!" Then he hugged my hubby and said, "God heard my prayers!"

I was so touched that a tear ran down my cheek. As my hubby and I returned to the van he smiled and said, "God heard his prayers and sent you, an angel, to help."


I am a single mother with two wonderful kids under the age of 4. I don't make much money and I get hardly any money from my ex-husband. My 16-year-old neighbor down the street visits me almost every day to entertain my kids, and give me a short break. Sometimes she even buys them small toys and takes them for a walk around the block. This afternoon I tried to pay her as a way of thanking her, and she refused.


When I was about twelve, I was headed to a restaurant for dinner with my family. It was winter, and on that particular night, the wind was really blowing.

As my mom and I headed towards the restaurant from our car, a girl about my age and her mother came up to us. They asked if we had any spare change. My mom immediately asked where they kept their things. They pointed to an old car in a parking lot across the street. The girl said there were six of them living in that car, which was the same size as my own family.

My mom said she had something to do, and after handing the people a few dollars, we said good-bye. Then, my mother sent me inside the restaurant with my dad and my three siblings. But she didn't come.

Later, I found out that she had gone home and practically emptied our cupboards into a few bags. Then, she brought that food over to the car and handed the bags to the family. I wasn't there when that part happened, but I can only imagine the joy it brought to their faces.

A few days, later, when I actually found out about what she had done, I asked her why she helped those people. She told me that we were lucky and that her family wasn't as lucky. I remember the face of that girl who had asked us for change-- how she was the same age as me, yet we looked so different.

Here I stood, dressed in almost new clothes, headed to dine in a restaurant and then back home to the bedroom I shared with my younger sister. I remember thinking that the other girl didn't have any food to eat, and she was headed back to a cold car shared with 5 other people.

After painting this picture in my mind, I understood why my mom had done what she did. I will never forget what she did that night, and how she taught me one of the best lessons I ever learned.

Thank you mom, I love you.


Today, I realized that so much has changed since all of his alcoholic rages, verbal abuse, and the nights he made me feel like I didn't deserve to be breathing. It feels like so much time has passed since the first time I asked him why he did it, and told him I needed him to change and be my dad again. And somehow he did change. My father has transformed himself into the most respectable and caring man I know, and became my dad again. And now I can't begin to think of my life without him in it.


Today, for the first time in five years, I saw the homeless man I used to give a couple dollars to on my walk home from work almost every day. He was my cab driver this afternoon, and he recognized me as soon as I got into the cab. He told me he saved the money I gave him and used it to get back on his feet. He thanked me over and over again, and gave me a free ride.


He's [my drunk friend] running to the bathroom [in Las Vegas at the Hofbrauhaus], pushes the door open, and frantically searches for the first thing he can puke into. That happened to be one of those metal towel trash cans mounted to the wall. He gets about 25% of the puke in the can and the rest is running down the sides of the can and on to the floor.

Now, puking in the bathroom of the Hofbrauhaus is somthing that happens many times a night. So they have a employee whos job is to clean up the puke, spray some cologne on the guy, and give him some mouthwash.

The guy looks at my buddy's puke, looks at me, and then gets ready to do his job. My buddy looks at the guy and says, "Look bro, I may be drunk as shit, but there's no way I'm letting you clean up my puke."

He gets on his hands and knees and cleans up every drop of his own puke like it was his job. The bathroom attendant just kept telling me, "No one does this, man. Your friend is a REALLY good guy. Thank you so much."

I can't fully describe just how happy it made this guy to see someone clean up his own puke.


Today, I waited on an elderly couple where I work. She kept forgetting things. Turns out she has Alzeihmer's disease. Her husband was so calm and understanding. He never got annoyed having to tell her everything she had forgotten. I witnessed true love at its best.


It’s been over 20 years since I recovered from acute depression. And it’s my little brother that I have to thank for keeping me alive and pushing forward toward recovery. Every single time I had a breakdown, he was there to talk to – a phone call away or there in person if I needed it. And every time I told him, “I hate myself!” he said, “I love you.”


It’s been ten years since she passed away. But she was my best friend, and she saved my life when I was at a low point in my twenties. Although she is no longer here, I am, and I wouldn’t be here without her. She still lives though the life she saved in me.


I spent the majority of high school with no friends, or friends out of pity. But now I'm in college and I have a best friend who truly cares. And this summer after I temporarily moved away to a new city, she called me every single day for several weeks straight so I wouldn't get home sick.


Today, I ran into my ex-husband's new girlfriend at Whole Foods. She apologized to me for showing up at a party that I also attended and for putting me in a very awkward position. My ex did not tell her that I would be there. I stood speechless for a second in deli area, and she realized how sad I still am over the divorce and gave me an unexpected hug. She was very compassionate. And as awkward as this encounter initially felt, in some backwards way, she made me feel better too.


Today, my little sister saved my life, and she has no idea. All she did was send me one text: "It was so great to see you yesterday. I love talking with you. And I want to start spending more time together." 22 words was all it took to stop the suicidal thoughts that had been running through my head all day. This evening I even went to my first therapy session to cope with my issues. I wish more people knew how powerful their words are.


Today, I celebrated my one year anniversary of working with Autistic children at the local hospital. Three times a week I work with a boy who has never spoken to me. Today he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Thank you, Hailey. You make my life better."


I have never lived in the same province as my only niece, but she and I have a special bond. Since she was two years old I have written her a letter every week!

We refer to them as my Thursday letters because my day off used to be Thursday and the first thing I would do would be to write to Brooke. She is ten now and quite grown up, but I continue to cherish the times when I write to her. I have only missed six Thursdays in eight years; because of a mail strike and a hospital stay.

When Brooke was four she was talking with my mom. "Auntie Steph writes me a letter every week," she said.

"That's a lot of letters," my mom replied. "What does she write about?"

"Well ..." Brooke thought about it. "She tells me that she loves me! Sometimes she says it long and sometimes she says it short!"

She was absolutely right! She saw the love right through the envelope, past the stickers and addressed to her heart!


All I can remember about my dad from my childhood is him screaming at me for various reasons. He would beat my sister and I from time to time. We never hugged unless he forced me to give him one. He has called me things like stupid and worthless. But he left for Afghanistan over a year ago and comes back tomorrow. Ever since he left he has texted and emailed me, "I love you" at least once a week. He seems like he truly misses us. I don't know what to expect tomorrow.


I was babysitting my friend’s 10 year old daughter at her house. I noticed a picture over the fireplace of a happily smiling, yet completely bald little girl. Not recognizing the girl in the photo, I asked who it was. My friend’s daughter replied, “That’s me. I had cancer when I was 4.” Her smile in the picture despite her illness, and seeing her today fully recovered MakesMeThink.


I have now lived 227 days beyond the 9 month life expectancy they gave me. Every single one of these days has been a true blessing.


Today, it’s almost two full years since I formally adopted my niece, Jackie, as my daughter. My brother passed away in a car accident three years ago when Jackie was only two-years-old. His ex-fiancé (they broke up before Jackie was born) took Jackie and disappeared for ten months. I found out through a friend at the police office that Jackie had been abused by her mother and that child services had placed her in foster care. I immediately applied for custody, and then full adoption. After a short battle, the formal adoption was finalized. Jackie has been living with me for almost two years now, but she has been very distant until recently. For some reason in the last few weeks she’s been opening up to me like never before, as if she’s finally healed her internal wounds. Just a few minutes ago she gave me a hug and called me “mom” for the very first time.


I work as a meat clerk at a major natural foods chain.

Every week there's an old man that comes into my store - his name is Sid.

Sid is a picky old man that forgets things--he often calls me "George" (my name is Robert). He gives the clerks a hard time, asking for special things, and being an overall curmudgeon. No one wants to help him - but I was nice to him one day and ever since that day, he comes in asking if "George" is around. One day while I was helping him he told me that he had lost his wife several years back and that he forgets things and that it's generally lousy being old. No secret there, but he's lonely and I felt bad for him.

I often give him special service that takes a great deal of time--it can be a pain in the ass at times, and my co-workers sometimes give me guff for it.

This past week I was helping Sid when he asked me to take his hand. He firmly grabbed it, looked me dead in the eye and said: "Thank you for being my friend."

I started to well up and thanked him for being my friend, telling him that he was a nice man.

It's not to much that I'm doing something incredibly nice for Sid, or even that it's the nicest thing I've ever done--it's simple stuff. It sounds cheesy, but the impact of simple actions can make a huge difference to some people. I honestly had no idea that what I was doing was so important to him.


For a moment I was frustrated to go to work on a Saturday morning. Then I remembered waking up in a safe warm bed when others don't. I contemplated driving in my nice car, while others walk. I sipped on my warm coffee and ate a slice of toast while I thought about how others went to bed hungry last night and woke up this morning, still hungry. Instead of fretting about working today, I choose to smile. It's my goal to find someone who woke up cold and hungry this morning, and give them what I make today, hoping it will make much more than a day’s difference to them.


It's been five years since I adopted a puppy from a high kill shelter that had no time left. Since then I have developed a moderate case of a neurological disease that causes seizures. Believe it or not, dog is able to detect my seizures before I know. She starts barking hysterically, and keys me into my episode before it starts. So today she is my service dog. The life I saved saving me every day MakesMeThink.



Fine dining cook here. 30% of your meal is butter. That's why it's so good.


The case [that I was involved in on the Judge Judy show] was real (I mean, I had to file at my local courthouse and send the paperwork to the producers; they promptly sent both myself and the defendant a form to sign that indicated we were dropping the case and opting for arbitration) but oh dear lord, was it ever exaggerated.

So: I signed up on the Judge Judy website in an attempt to scare my sister straight and make her pay me back some trivial amount that I had loaned her. However, after we were contacted by the producer and found out the both the trip to LA and amount owed would be paid for by the production company, we opted to go for it.

We were coached to roll our eyes, gasp and gawk, and speak out if the other party said something with which we disagreed. The producer also wanted to add some more "drama" to the case (it was, admittedly, pretty boring), so we made up an entire scenario about a shouting match and stolen jewelry (I nixed the idea of my sister calling CPS on me). The producer even had me create and print out fake documents to submit to Judge Judy as evidence.

My sister and I had to practice our stories and make sure all the "facts" matched up, as we each had to sign a summary that the judge read before hearing our case. The day we went in for filming, we met with another producer who pretended to be Judge Judy and grilled us for about thirty minutes. I can't tell you how many times they told me to get "fired up".

The editing was surprisingly minimal; Judge Judy knows her shit. I believe they cut out a part where she asked my sister to repeat something, but that's about it. We were in and out of the courtroom in less than ten minutes.

We sadly were unable to meet Judge Judy, but I did win an extra $800 (on top of what was legitimately owed me) and a free trip to Los Angeles. My mom, however, was not too pleased.

And yes, I still keep in touch with my sister. We were both in on it, and didn't have any hard feelings prior to or following the show.


Before my wife and I moved in together she needed to "settle" up with her previous apartment which required her taking her old roommate to court. They both agreed to go on Judy. Both were very heavily coached and encouraged to scream at each other. Apparently the show never made it to air but they still paid for the flight out and the money owed by her roommate.


I was on Judge Judy and they didn't tell me to do shit. We went to the green room, they threw some powder on me and sent me out. I was hung over as fuck. She grilled my buddy and his sister who were suing me and then said I was guilty. Walked out with a $500 check and me and my buddy got a couple kegs. JJ paid for the damages I was getting sued for.

They [the TV show My Strange Addiction] portrayed me as a jobless, education-less shut-in who uses a mask to hide behind the fact that I cannot accept the death of my father as a reality. I was attending school during the time of filming, and while I am a bit of an introvert at times, I am in no way close to what they had shown. My father passing away does still put a heavy weight on my heart, but it does not inhibit my life in any way. I have never spent "countless hours" holed up in my room building costumes, nor do I "wear the costume to family events and cannot see myself in public without it." That was honestly the most shocking part to me, how they made it seem that I never took the costume off. Before the airing of the show, I had worn the costume twice, and both times were for fitting purposes. Every since, and up until this day, I reserve one weekend a year to wearing a fursuit; during an annual convention. I have a completely normal life outside of this; I have a job, a loving family, a boyfriend, a group of great friends and I am a musician and firearm freak more than I am a furry. It is merely a small hobby of mine, but they took what information I gave and ran with it.


I work at a Design and Branding firm, and we have had Marketing companies come in and tell us that they have 1000+ people across the world with 20+ twitter accounts each with very different personalities and tone. They charge one dollar per tweet to promote your product, and guarantee the results will look "organic."


For nearly half a year my internet has been painfully slow. Slow to the point I couldn't watch 10 seconds videos without it having to buffer every couple of seconds, so slow that 10 megabytes would take me 20 minutes to download.

I've called Verizon in the past and complained to which they said everything was fine and the connection speed was good.

They sent a tech to my house to check on everything and he said everything was fine.

Recently I began looking into getting cable internet so when I called Verizon to cancel my account they said they would increase the speed of my internet at no extra cost.

A few days go by and just this morning I was informed by Verizon that they increased my internet speed. I checked and yes it is in fact faster. Now I can watch 1080p videos on YouTube just fine, my downloads are faster and performance has improved.

So on the day I was prepared to cancel my service they decide that suddenly they can flip a switch and now my internet is actually good. I still feel like I was getting the short end of the stick so I'm gonna cancel it anyway.


The US military has a tradition where you spend your entire budget by Oct (the new fiscal year) or you risk losing that portion of your budget. I've been in units that would go out and purchase $200,000 worth of useless shit just to avoid having a budget surplus. Multiply by the number of units in the military (a shit ton) and you have all your fraud, waste and abuse.


Government bodies work ... are exceedingly good at and anxious to spend other government bodies' money. What I mean by this is that a city manager will be as frugal as possible and really vet every project that would use city funds. But if the state is picking up the bill, hot fucking damn, let's add spinners to the municipal fleet. Same with states and federal funds. If it would come out of the state budget, ehhh, we should be careful. If it's federal funds, let's do this thing. A great example of this was with This American Life's show several months back on SSI. When they moved welfare to a state funded program under the Clinton administration, states (Missouri specifically was the one profiled) spent a bunch of their own money hiring companies to get people that would be on their welfare rolls to be accepted on the federally funded SSI. End result to the taxpayer was that you still had more or less the same cost for the recipient (welfare/SSI money) plus a chunk spent by the state on a company that did nothing but facilitate a shell game. But, those state politicians are elected based on what they can say they did with the state budget, and they can say that they saved you money, even though that's not true in the fine print. They don't give a fuck about those federal dollars, even though it costs taxpayers more in the long run.


I'm a renowned chef (to an extent). I don't have my own TV show or anything but I have been featured on a few FoodTV shows as well as a few shows on The Cooking Channel. Anthony Bourdain has stopped by one of my restaurants in the early days of No Reservations.

My Secret: I absolutely HATE most of the food I cook. I cater to the rich snobby crowd and it's amazing how sheep-like these people can be. I could take a fucking pile of dirt but as long as I say it's been 'braised' and finished off with some 'truffle oil' served with a tbs of 'caviar', they'll "LOVE" it because of those random key words thrown in there.

These people are so pretentious. They only buy name brand items and their minds work the same way with food. As long as I've got certain key words on the menu and certain ingredients in the food they'll claim to love it. Most of these people who claim to have high class taste and an advanced palette are full of shit.

I'm trying to sell my share of my two restaurants to my business partner or other investors and get out. I just want to have a small joint making fried chicken wings, not goose liver and fish eggs.



I admit that this show [According to Jim] isn't good... The writing isn't sharp, the story is banal, it's full of cliches and the acting is not that good. However, I have to say that I loved this show. Not because it was good or exciting, but because it was warm, safe, comfortable. I know it sounds weird, but the family had great chemistry together, and while the acting wasn't great, it was, as someone already said, charismatic. The house was cozy and inviting. the stories were silly, but amusing. This show had a certain ressemblance with some family shows that I grew up with, such as Family Ties. Simple entertaining stuff that you like to watch when you're too stressed out or nervous. This show was safe in that sense, it used to give me a sense of security, due to its familiar vibe.


I first watched [Napoleon Dynamite] with my family. I just sat there, I don't think I really laughed at all. The whole time I was thinking, this movie is so dumb! But afterwords me and the family started quoting lines and scenes from the movie to each other I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. I have probably watched this movie 20+ times now and I still quote it 10 years later. A great movie is one that has an impact on your life. I have had so many fun times with my family just quoting Napoleon Dynamite. It's right up there with Anchor Man, Princess Bride and Forrest Gump. Movies that are forever quotable and will always bring a smile to your face.


I love James and AVGN. True story, I once worked 36 hours straight writing a scientific publication and the only way I got through it was discovering AVGN and listening to AVGN in the background, I watched nearly 100 episodes in a row.



My husband and I have mutually agreed that we immediately think a person is a tool if they mention enjoying NCIS. His childhood best friend is a big fan, and he still agrees that it's an accurate assessment.


I spent 4 years in the Navy, and never saw or heard anything as disgusting as Mencia. He has taken a subject which should be beautiful, and turned it into what you might expect to buy in a slum house of prostitution. Carlos is a deranged person who has no sense of comedy.


I'm still not overly familiar with him [Dane Cook]. A friend of mine LOVES him, thinks he is the funniest thing around. I have chuckled at the little bits I have seen, but nothing has made me search him out. Hell, my friend even gave my two of his albums to check out, and I ended up deleting them before I even listened.


I can't believe how bored we were after watching this unbelievable guy['s stand up comedy video]. I think we only laughed once. I thought is was because I wasn't drunk the first time I watched it, or maybe because I was alone, but after my wife sat down to watch it with me, and neither one of us laughed.


I've showed all of my friends Kevin Hart and the only ones that never fell out of their chairs laughing were the racist ones. The ones that grew up hating black people. I grew up in a country town like that. This isn't even an exaggeration either. I've probably shown over 15 different people this one comedy act, Laugh At My Pain, and every person save one or two racist fucks were dying by the end of this act.


I've never written a review on Netflix before but I felt obliged to say something after watching this. This guy [Aziz Ansari] is moderately funny. I was enjoying the show for a few minutes, but then I noticed that one of the buttons on Mr. Ansari's right sleeve was missing. Three buttons on the right sleeve, four on the right. To make matters worse, there's a bit a black thread where the button was. I tried to keep watching but the missing button is just so egregious that it's impossible to enjoy the performance so I had to stop. Also, his cadences are so similar to Mitch Hedberg's as to make listening kind of sad.


Roberto Acuna Quotes


According to Mom, I was born on a cotton sack out in the fields, ‘cause she had no money to go to the hospital. When I was a child, we used to migrate from California to Arizona and back and forth. The things I saw shaped my life. I remember when we used to go out and pick carrots and onions, the whole family. We tried to scratch a living out of the ground. I saw my parents cry out in despair, even though we had the whole family working. At the time, they were paying sixty-two and a half cents an hour. The average income must have been fifteen hundred dollars, maybe two thousand.

This was supplemented by child labor. During those years, the growers used to have a Pick-Your-Harvest Week. They would get all the migrant kids out of school and have them out there picking the crops at peak harvest time. A child was off that week and when he went back to school, he got a little gold star. They would make it seem like something civic to do.

We’d pick everything: lettuce, carrots, onions, cucumbers, cauliflower, broccoli, tomatoes – all the salads you could make out of vegetables, we picked ‘em. Citrus fruits, watermelons – you name it…We’d follow the seasons. After my dad died, my mom would come home and she’d go into her tent and I would go into ours. We’d roughhouse and everything and then we’d go into the tent where Mom was sleeping and I’d see her crying. When I asked her why she was crying she never gave me an answer. All she said was things would get better. She retired a beaten old lady with a lot of dignity. That day she thought would be better never came for her. ...

I never did want to go to town because it was a very bad thing for me. We used to go to the small stores, even though we got clipped more. If we went to the other stores, they would laugh at us. They would always point at us with a finger. We’d go to town maybe every two weeks to get what we needed. Everybody would walk in a bunch. We were afraid. (Laughs.) We sang to keep our spirits up. We joked about our poverty. ...

I started picking crops when I was eight. I couldn’t do much, but every little bit counts. Every time I would get behind on my chores, I would get a carrot thrown at me by my parents. I would daydream: If I were a millionaire, I would buy all these ranches and give them back to the people. I would picture my mom living in one area all the time and being admired by all the people in the community. All of a sudden I’d be rudely awaken by a broken carrot in my back. That would bust your whole dream apart and you’d work for a while and come back to daydreaming. ...

We used to work early, about four o’clock in the morning. We’d pick the harvest until about six. Then we’d run home and get into our supposedly clean clothes and run all the way to school because we’d be late. By the time we got to school, we’d be all tuckered out. Around maybe eleven o’clock, we’d be dozing off. Our teachers would send notes to the house telling Mom that we were inattentive. ... School would end maybe four o’clock. We’d rush home again, change clothes, go back to work until seven, seven thirty at night. ... On Saturday and Sunday, we’d be there from four thirty in the morning until about seven thirty in the evening. ... I’d go barefoot to school. The bad thing was they used to laugh at us, the Anglo kids. They would laugh because we’d bring tortillas and frijoles to lunch. They would have their nice little compact lunch boxes with cold milk in their thermos and they’d laugh at us because all we had was dried tortillas. Not only would they laugh at us, but the kids would pick fights. My older brother used to do most of the fighting for us and he’d come home with black eyes all the time. ...

The growers don’t recognize us as persons. That’s the worst thing, the way they treat you. ... They haven’t any regard as to what safety precautions are needed. The pesticides affect the farm worker through the lungs. He breathes it in. He gets no compensation. They don’t investigate the cause.

If people could see--in the winter, ice on the field. We’d be on our knees all day long. We’d build fires and warm up real fast and go back onto the ice. We’d be picking watermelons in 105 degrees all day long. When people have melons or cucumber or carrots or lettuce, they don’t know how they got on their table and the consequences to the people who picked it. If I had enough money, I would take busloads of people out to the fields and into the labor camps. Then they’d know how that fine salad got on their table.


Sharon Atkins Quotes

receptionist at a large business establishment in the Midwest. In the early 1970s (when she was interviewed), she was 24, and her husband was a student


I was out of college, an English Lit. major. I looked around for copywriting jobs. The people they wanted had majored in journalism. Okay, the first myth that blew up in my face was that a college education will get you a job.

I changed my opinion of receptionist because now I am one. It wasn't the dumb broad at the front desk who took phone messages. She had to be something else because I thought I was something else.

I was fine until there was a press party. We were having a fairly intelligent conversation. Then they asked me what I did. When I told them, they turned around and went to find other people with nametags. I wasn't worth bothering with. I wasn't being rejected because of what I had said or the way I talked, but simply because of my function. After that, I tried to make up other names for what I did-communications control, servomechanism. (Laughs.)

... You can't pay someone who does what I do very much. It isn't economically feasible. (Laughs.) You are there to filter people and to filter telephone calls. You're there to just handle the equipment. You're treated like a piece of equipment, like the telephone.

You come in at nine, open the door, you look at the piece of machinery, you plug in the headpiece. That's how my day begins. You tremble when you hear the first ring. After that, it's sort of downhill-unless there's someone who is either kind or nasty. The rest the people are just non, they don't exist. They're just voices. You answer calls, you connect them to others, that's it.

I don't have much contact with people. You can't see them. You don't know if they are laughing, if they're being satirical, or being kind. So your conversation come very abrupt. I noticed that in talking to people. My conversations would be very short and clipped, in short sentences, the way talk to people all day on the telephone.

I never answer the phone at home. It carries over. The way I talk to people on the phone has changed. Even when my mother calls, I don't talk to her for very long. I want to see people when I talk to them. But now, when I see them, I talk to them like I was talking on the telephone. It isn't a conscious process. I don't know what's happened. When I'm talking to someone at work. The telephone rings and the conversation is interrupted. So I never bother finishing sentences or finishing thoughts. I always have this feeling of interruption.

You can think about this thing and all of a sudden the phone rings and you've got to jump right back. There isn't a ten-minute break in the whole day that is quiet. ... So you do quickie things, like read a chapter in a short story. It has to be short-term stuff. ...

You try to fill up your time thinking about other things: what you are going to do on the weekend or about your family. You have to use your imagination. If you don't have a good one or you bore easily, you're in trouble. Just to fill in time, I write real bad poetry or letters to myself and to other people and never mail them. The letters are fantasies, sort of rambling, how I feel, how I depressed I am.

I do some drawings-Mandarin, sort of. Peaceful colors of red and blue. Very ordered life. I'd like to think of rainbows and mountains. I never draw humans. Things of nature, never people. I always dream I'm alone and things are quiet. I call it the land of no-phone, where there isn't any machines telling me where I have to be every minute.

... Your job doesn't mean anything. Because you're just a little machine. A monkey could do what I do. It's really unfair to ask someone to do that.

...You have to lie for other people. That's another thing: having to make up stories for them if they don't want to talk to someone on the telephone. At first, I'd feel embarrassed and I'd feel they knew I was lying. There was a sense of emptiness. There'd be a silence, and I'd feel guilty. At first I'd try to think of a euphemism for "He's not here." It really bothered me. Then I got tired of doing it, so I'd just say, "He's not here." You're not looking at the person; you're talking to him over an instrument. (Laughs.) So after a while it doesn't really matter. The first time it was live. The person was there. I'm sure I blushed. He probably knew I was lying. And I think he understood I was just the instrument, not the source.

Until recently, I'd cry in the morning. I didn't want to get up. I'd dread Fridays because Monday was always looming over me. Another five days ahead of me. There never seemed to be any end to it. Why am I doing this? Yet I dread looking for other jobs. I don't like filling out forms and taking typing tests. I remember on applications, I'd put down, "I'd like to deal with the public." (Laughs.) Well, I don't want to deal with the public anymore.

I take the bus to work. That was my big decision. I had to go to work and do what everyone else told me to do, but I could decide whether to take the bus or the el. To me, that was the big choice. Those are the only kinds of decisions you make and they become very important to you.

Very few people talk on the bus going home. Sort of sit there and look dejected. Stare out the window, pull out their newspaper, or push other people. You feel tense, until the bus empties out or you get home. Because things happen to you all day long, things that you can't get rid of. So they build up and everyone is feeding them to each other on the bus. There didn't seem to be any kind of relief about going home. It was: Boy! Did I have a lot of garbage to put with!

One minute to five o'clock is a moment of triumph. You physically turn off the machine that has dictated to you all day long. You put it in a drawer and that's it. You're your own man for a few hours. Then it calls to you every morning and you have to come back to it.

I don't know what I'd like to do. That's what hurts the most. That's why I can't quit the job. I really don't know what talents I may have. And I don't know where to go to find out. I've been fostered for so long by school and didn't have time to think about it.

My father's in watch repair. That's always interested me, working with my hands, and independent. I don't think I'd mind going back and learning something, taking a piece of furniture and refinishing it. The type of job people aren't telling you what to do every minute of the day.


PT Barnum Quotes


After securing the right vocation, you must be careful to select the proper location. ... When I was in London in 1858, I was passing down Holborn with an English friend and came to the "penny shows." They had immense cartoons outside, portraying the wonderful curiosities to be seen "all for a penny." Being a little in the "show line" myself, I said "let us go in here." We soon found ourselves in the presence of the illustrious showman, and he proved to be the sharpest man in that line I had ever met. He told us some extraordinary stories in reference to his bearded ladies, his Albinos, and his Armadillos, which we could hardly believe, but thought it "better to believe it than look after the proof." He finally begged to call our attention to some wax statuary, and showed us a lot of the dirtiest and filthiest wax figures imaginable. They looked as if they had not seen water since the Deluge. "What is there so wonderful about your statuary?" I asked. "I beg you not to speak so satirically," he replied, "Sir, these are not Madam Tussaud's wax figures, all covered with gilt and tinsel and imitation diamonds, and copied from engravings and photographs. Mine, sir, were taken from life. Whenever you look upon one of those figures, you may consider that you are looking upon the living individual." Glancing casually at them, I saw one labelled "Henry VIII," and feeling a little curious upon seeing that it looked like Calvin Edson, the living skeleton, I said: "Do you call that 'Henry the Eighth?'" He replied, "Certainly, sir; it was taken from life at Hampton Court, by special order of his majesty, on such a day." He would have given the hour of the day if I had insisted; I said, "Everybody knows that 'Henry VIII' was a great stout old king, and that figure is lean and lank; what do you say to that?" "Why," he replied, "you would be lean and lank yourself, if you sat there as long as he has." ... I called upon him a couple of days afterwards; told him who I was, and said: "My friend, you are an excellent showman, but you have selected a bad location." He replied, "This is true, sir; I feel that all my talents are thrown away; but what can I do?" "You can go to America," I replied. "You can give full play to your faculties over there; you will find plenty of elbow-room in America; I will engage you for two years; after that you will be able to go on your own account." He accepted my offer and remained two years in my New York Museum. He then went to New Orleans and carried on a traveling show business during the summer. Today he is worth $60,000, simply because he selected the right vocation and also secured the proper location.


Alexander Graham Bell Quotes

inventor of the telephone


I felt then [back when I was trying to invent the telephone] that my difficulty was my lack of knowledge about electricity; but I now realize that I would never have brought forth the telephone if I had known anything about electricity, for no electrician would have tried what I tried. The advantage I had was that I had studied sound all my life and knew something of its nature, the shapes of the vibrations that pass through the air when you talk, and other facts about sound. I had to go to work, with the assistance of Mr. Watson, to learn about electricity by my own experiments. No electrician would have been foolish enough to attempt the ridiculous experiments we tried.

[Sometimes our knowledge makes us narrow-minded. It's not uncommon for the less knowledgeable to make discoveries that evade people who know more about a topic.]


Andrew Carnegie Quotes

(1835-1919) businessmnan


No two minds in the group are exactly alike, but each person in the group does the thing that he is supposed to do, and he does it better than any other person in the world could do it.


Mr. Kloman's ambition had been to be in the office, where he was worse than useless, rather than in the mill devising and running new machinery, where he was without a peer. ... He was perhaps flattered by men who were well known in the community; and in this case he was led by persons who knew how to reach him by extolling his wonderful business abilities in addition to his mechanical genius...

After Mr. Kloman had passed through the bankruptcy court and was again free, we offered him a ten percent interest in our business... [with] the condition that he should not enter into any other business or endorse for others, but give his whole time and attention to the mechanical and not the business management of the mills. Could he have been persuaded to accept this, he would have been a multimillionaire; but his pride, and more particularly that of his family, perhaps, would not permit this. He would go into business on his own account, and, notwithstanding the most urgent appeals on my part, and that of my colleagues, he persisted in the determination to start a new rival concern with his sons as business managers. The result was failure and premature death.

How foolish we are not to recognize what we are best fitted for and can perform, not only with ease but with pleasure, as masters of the craft. More than one able man I have known has persisted in blundering in an office when he had great talent for the mill, and has worn himself out, oppressed with cares and anxieties, his life a continual round of misery, and the result at last failure. I never regretted parting with any man so much as Mr. Kloman. His was a good heart, a great mechanical brain, and had he been left to himself I believe he would have been glad to remain with us.


Shawn E. Crapo

I used to be about 190lbs (while being 5'9".) While that might not seem like much, I was afraid to take off my shirt in public. A few years ago I quit drinking and dropped almost 60lbs. Then, I started working out and about 15lbs of muscle. When I first noticed how much better I looked, I went on a narcissistic rampage. I constantly posted pictures of myself on Facebook without a shirt. I walked around town shirtless, etc. It was a natural high going from dumpy to muscular and slim. I eventually calmed down, though :)


Mark Edward


[As a clairvoyant,] You have to gauge the tone of a person's voice. If they are aggressive or laid back, in a hurry or skeptical. The first four or five words are important. ... All these things about yourself are relatable. Nine out of 10 times you will hit a nerve with them. Then I'd pause and let them jump in. People love talking about themselves and hear what you say about them. They like to imagine I'm in some far off convent, but really I'm ironing at home. And I'd try to be compassionate and sound as new age as you can. ... I would have note cards by my phone for specific answers. Pink for love. Yellow for travel. Green for money. Then I'd talk about a childhood memory of mine. Less is more. Eventually you will find something relatable. Just one or two firm connections, and you'll run with the ball. Once you make that hit, it pours out. And then you mirror. Let the person talk and then you listen and say, "I hear what you're saying is this," "I feel what you're saying." I fed them hope."


Carl Elliott Quotes


I'm not sure when my perspective changed. It might have been when I met a biologist who writes fake scientific articles for the drug industry. It could have been when a friend confided that he used to produce fake television news stories promoting new drugs, or when a physician-researcher in Alabama was sent to federal prison for faking data in a clinical trial of the antibiotic Ketek. But the real turning point probably occurred when I came across a community of professional research subjects who fake their medical histories to get into high-paying clinical studies, then fake painful side effects when they want to get out. Fake science, fake news, fake researchers, fake subjects: (White Coat, Black Hat)


Ken Giuffre Quotes


Nothing rattled this man. For instance about 10 years ago I ran into him at my hospital. In his early 70's at the time he quietly snuck in for a major cancer operation so as not to worry his family. I saw him roughly 20 minutes prior to the start of surgery. He sat up in the stretcher, greeted me with his characteristic warm broad smile, and shook my hand with a calm strong energy more like a man waiting for a haircut.

... Mr. JLP ended up with a hugely successful company and like many, could have buried himself in the business. Instead he was a pillar of the community on the board of education, attending all his kids' football, baseball and hockey games, and serving as an usher in the local church. When Mrs JLP suffered a severe permanently-disabling stroke he remained by her side during what was more than a decade of difficulty for her. She was a devoted wife and mother who regularly entertained a huge contingency of friends and relatives at their houses and beach home. In her time of need he did not desert her. He also exposed his four children to the business side of life, early-on often entertaining customers in his own home and letting them see his 'business face' so that now his 3 sons run the business.


Gil Greengross and Geoffrey Miller Quotes


The public perceives comedians as ostentatious and flashy. Their persona on stage is often mistakenly seen interchangeably with their real personality, and the jokes they tell about their lives are considered by many to have a grain of truth in them. However, the results of this study suggest that the opposite is true. Perhaps comedians use their performance to disguise who they are in their daily life. Comedians may portray someone they want to be, or perhaps their act is a way to defy the constraints imposed on their everyday events and interactions with others.


Han Fei Tzu Quotes


In ancient times, Mi Tzu Hsia became popular with the ruler of Wei State. At the time, the laws of Wei State stated, “The punishment for using the royal carriage without permission is a double foot amputation.” One day, someone went into the palace late at night and informed Mi Tzu Hsia that his mother was sick. Upon hearing this, he forged a fake request from the ruler in order to use his carriage, and then took it to go see his mother. When the ruler found out about this, [not only was he not offended,] he only had good things to say, and remarked, “What a filial child! Over his concern for his mother, he went so far as to risk having his feet cut off!”

Another time, Mi Tzu Hsia was walking outdoors with the ruler, and began eating a peach. Tasting how delicious it was, he offered the remaining half to the ruler, who remarked, “Your love for me is truly genuine!—so much so that you have put your own appetite aside, and instead concern yourself with offering me good food!”

But many years later, when Mi Tzu Hsia’s looks had faded and the ruler was not enamored with him anymore, a charge was brought against him by the ruler, who remarked, “Don’t forget, this is the same guy who stole my carriage and offered me his half-eaten peach!”

Although Mi Tzu Hsia’s actions remained the same, he was initially praised from them, and later charged with wrongdoing—and this was all because the ruler’s love for him had converted into disdain.


Tzu Chang was pulling a push-cart to go across the arch of a bridge, but was unable to bear the weight. So, he sat on the shaft and began singing. Meanwhile, the passers-by from the front stopped, and those from the rear ran forward to help him, until the push-cart reached the top of the arch.

Suppose Tzu Chang had no technique to attract people. Then even if he exhausted himself to death, the cart would not have been able to go across the bridge. The reason why he did not exhaust himself while the cart went up the arch of the bridge was because he had the technique to make use of people.


Tsao Fu managed four horses. He drove them at maximum speed, maneuvered them expertly, and could go in any direction he wanted. He could mange the horses in whatever way he wanted because he was in control of the whip and reins. But, when a jumping pig scared the horses, Tsao Fu lost control of the horses. This is not because the severity of the whip and rein decreased. This is because his authority over the horses was superceded by the impact of the jumping pig.


And if someone only looked at a person’s features, clothing, and speech, even Confucius would not be able to say what sort of a person he is. Yet if one tests him in government position and sees what he does, then even someone with so-so judgment would be able to know if he is wise or not.


Colonel Edward M. House Quotes

(1858-1938) American diplomat, politician, advisor to President Woodrow Wilson


After I got to know Mr. [Woodrow] Wilson, I learned that the best way to convert him to an idea was to plant it in his mind casually, but so as to interest him in it, to get him thinking about it on his own account. The first time this worked, it was an accident. I had been visiting with him at the White House and urged a policy on him that he appeared to disapprove. But several days later, at the dinner table, I was amazed to hear him trot out my suggestion as his own.


Huai Nan Tzu Quotes


Long ago, Kung Sung Lung told his disciples, “I have no use for people without talent.”

A guest came along wearing cheap clothing--and upon being interviewed, he said, “Your servant has the talent of being able to shout.”

Kung Sung looked him up and down and said to his disciples “Have we any criers?” “We have none,” was the reply, and thereupon, the King ordered this stranger to be entered on the register. A few days later, the disciples went to call on Yen Wang for consultation: on coming to a river, the ferry boat was found to be far away at the opposite bank. So the newly-enlisted crier was ordered to vociferate his loudest. The boat came, after he shouted once.

It is written that "The Sage does not readily overlook the service of anyone with ability."


Li Chu's vision was so good, that he could see a needlepoint from many yards away. And yet, he couldn't see the fish in a pool. [Master Musician] Shih Kuang was so perceptive, that he could distinguish the winds from the eight quarters and harmonize the five notes of the eight scales. And yet, his hearing wouldn't let him discern anything more than a few miles off.


What can be expected from one person should not be above what one man’s strength can bear. .... Each man is expert in his own speciality, and concentrates on that which he desires to be proficient in.


Yen Hsin Chu of Liang Fu was a bandit, but rose to be a loyal minister of Ch’i. Tuan Kan Mu was a piece-goods broker of Ts’in, and became the instructor of Baron Wen. Meng Mao married his sister-in-law and had five sons by her, but became the Prime Minister of Wei, pacified its turbulence, and dissipated the national troubles. Ching Yang was an unkempt drunkard and whoremonger, but as a General of Wei, he brought the Feudal Lords to their knees.


Pei Li Hsi was a cattle-broker, I Yin a cook, T’ai Kung was a butcher, Ning Ch’i a ballad singer--and they all went on to become great ministers we still talk about to this day. Before they rose to power, the public looked at their low, degrading occupations, and were unable to appreciate their general excellencies. ... It took the penetration of [Empreror] Yao to discern their merits, whilst they were as yet undistinguished. This is the way Yao knew [his successor] Shun. ... Most people can't duplicate Yao's discovery of Shun. They lack the acumen for discovering people. ... Mediocre princes and governors of the world are sometimes easily deceived by appearances.


The musician Han Tan composed a new tune, but told people is was the creation of [the renowned musician] Li Chi'i. Everybody strove to learn it. But on hearing later that it was not his creation, they gave it up. They really didn’t judge from its merit as music. ... They were enamored of a name. …


Hsiang T’o, a child of seven years, was a teacher of Confucius who paid heed to his words. A youth speaking to an elder generally gets his face slapped; but this boy was saved a castigation by the wisdom of his words.


Ray Hyman

The client is carefully studied. The clothing--for example, style, neatness, cost, age--provides a host of cues for helping the reader make shrewd guesses about socioeconomic level, conservatism or extroversion, and other characteristics. The client's physical features--weight, posture, looks, eyes, and hands provide further cues. The hands are especially revealing to the good reader. The manner of speech, use of grammar, gestures, and eye contact are also good sources. ... But the skilled reader can go much further in particularizing his reading. He wants to zero in as quickly as possible on the precise problem that is bothering the client. On the basis of his initial assessment he makes some tentative hypotheses. He tests these out by beginning his assessment in general terms, touching upon general categories of problems and watching the reaction of the client. If he is on the wrong track the client's reactions, eye movements, pupillary dilation, other bodily mannerisms will warn him. When he is on the right track other reactions will tell him so. ... The good reader quickly hits upon what is bothering the customer and begins to adjust the reading to the situation. By this time, the client has usually been persuaded that the reader, by some uncanny means, has gained insights into the client's innermost thoughts. His guard is now down. Often he opens up and actually tells the reader, who is also a good listener, the details of his situation. The reader, after a suitable interval, will usually feed back the information that the client has given him in such a way that the client will be further amazed at how much the reader "knows" about him. ...

A good illustration of the cold reader in action occurs in a story told by the well-known magician John Mulholland. The incident took place in the 1930s. A young lady in her late twenties or early thirties visited a character reader. She was wearing expensive jewelry, a wedding band, and a black dress of cheap material. The observant reader noted that she was wearing shoes which were currently being advertised for people with foot trouble. ... By means of just these observations the reader proceeded to amaze his client with his insights. He assumed that this client came to see him, as did most of his female customers, because of a love or financial problem. The black dress and the wedding band led him to reason that her husband had died recently. The expensive jewelry suggested that she had been financially comfortable during marriage, but the cheap dress indicated that her husband's death had left her penniless. The therapeutic shoes signified that she was now standing on her feet more than she was used to, implying that she was working to support herself since her husband's death. The reader's shrewdness led him to the following conclusion, which turned out to be correct: The lady had met a man who had proposed to her. She wanted to marry the man to end her economic hardship. But she felt guilty about marrying so soon after her husband's death. The reader told her what she had come to hear--that it was all right to marry without further delay. ...

[T]he key ingredient of a successful character reading is confidence. If you look and act as if you believe in what you are doing, you will be able to sell even a bad reading to most of your subjects. ...Even readings that would ordinarily be rejected as inaccurate will be accepted if the reader is viewed as a person with prestige or as someone who knows what he is doing. ...

Gain his [your client's] cooperation in advance. Emphasize that the success of the reading depends as much upon his sincere cooperation as upon your efforts. (After all, you imply, you already have a successful career at reading characters. You are not on trial-- he is.) State that due to difficulties of language and communication, you may not always convey the exact meaning which you intend. In these cases he is to strive to reinterpret the message in terms of his own vocabulary and life. You accomplish two invaluable ends with this dodge. You have an alibi in case the reading doesn't click; it's his fault not yours! And your subject will strive to fit your generalities to his specific life occurrences. Later, when he recalls the reading he will recall it in terms of specifics; thus you gain credit for much more than you actually said. ...

Have a list of stock phrases at the tip of your tongue. Even if you are doing a cold reading, the liberal sprinkling of stock phrases amidst your regular reading will add body to the reading and will fill in time as you try to formulate more precise characterizations. ...

Always give the impression that you know more than you are saying. The successful reader, like the family doctor, always acts as if he knows much more. ...

Finally remember the golden rule: Tell the client what he wants to hear. Sigmund Freud once made an astute observation. He had a client who had been to a fortune teller many years previously. The fortune teller had predicted that she would have twins. Actually she never had children. Yet, despite the fact that the reader had been wrong, the client still spoke of her in glowing terms. Freud tried to figure out why this was so. He finally concluded that at the time of the original reading the client wanted desperately to have children. The fortune teller sensed this and told her what she wanted to hear. From this Freud inferred that the successful fortune teller is one who predicts what the client secretly wishes to happen rather than what actually will happen (Freud, 1933).


John P.A. Ioannidis Quotes


Almost every single nutrient imaginable has peer reviewed publications associating it with almost any outcome.


Marta Kauffman Quotes

(1956-) TV writer, co-creator of Friends


It was so surprising to us how invested the audience was in these characters [on Friends], how desperately they wanted them to be happy, how putting them together made some kind of weird sense.


Mike LeFevre

Chicago steel mill worker - 37 years old in the early 70s (when he was interviewed), husband to a part time waitress / stay at home mom, father of two children


I'm a dying breed. A laborer. Strictly muscle work ... pick it up, put it down, pick it up, put it down. We handle between forty and fifty thousand pounds of steel a day. ...

You can't take pride any more. You remember when a guy could point to a house he built, how many logs he stacked. He built it and he was proud of it. ... I worked for a trucker one time. And I got this tiny satisfaction when I loaded a truck. At least I could see the truck depart loaded. In a steel mill, forget it. You don't see where nothing goes.

... My attitude is that I don't get excited about my job. I do my work but I don't say whoopee-doo. The day I get excited about my job is the day I go to a head shrinker. How are you gonna get excited about pullin' steel? How are you gonna get excited when you're tired and want to sit down? ...

It's the not-recognition by other people. To say a woman is just a housewife is degrading, right? Okay. Just a housewife. It's also degrading to say just a laborer. ...

When I was single, I could quit, just split. I wandered all over the country. You worked just enough to get a poke, money in your pocket. Now I'm married and I got two kids.

I worked on a truck dock one time and I was single. The foreman came over and he grabbed my shoulder, kind of gave me a shove. I punched him and knocked him off the dock. I said, "Leave me alone. I'm doing my work, just stay away from me, just don't give me the with-the-hands business." ... I would rather work my ass off for eight hours a day with nobody watching me than five minutes with a guy watching me. ...

... You know what I heard from more than one guy at work? "If my kid wants to work in a factory, I am going to kick the hell out of him." I want my kid to be an effete snob. Yeah, mm-hmm. (Laughs.) I want him to be able to quote Walt Whitman, to be proud of it. If you can't improve yourself, you improve your posterity. Otherwise life isn't worth nothing. ... I want to send my kid to college.

I work so damn hard and want to come home and sit down and lay around. But I gotta get it out. I want to be able to turn around to somebody and say, "Hey, fuck you." You know? (Laughs.) The guy sitting next to me on the bus too. 'Cause all day I wanted to tell my foreman to go fuck himself, but I can't. So I find a guy in a tavern. To tell him that. And he tells me too. I've been la in brawls. He's punching me and I'm punching him, because we actually want to punch somebody else. The most that'll happen is the bartender will bar us from the tavern. But at work, you lose your job.

This one foreman I've got, he's a kid. He's a college graduate. He thinks he's better than everybody else. He was chewing me out and I was saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said, "What do you mean, yeah, yeah, yeah? Yes, sir." I told him, "Who the hell are you, Hitler? What is this 'Yes, sir' bullshit? I came here to work, I didn't come here to crawl. There's a fuckin' difference." One word led to another and I lost. I got broke down to a lower grade and lost twenty-five cents an hour, which is a hell of a lot. ... He came over, after breaking me down. The guy comes over and smiles at me. I blew up. He didn't know it, but he was about two seconds and two feet away from a hospital. I said, "Stay the fuck away from me." He was just about to say something and was pointing his finger. I just reached my hand up and just grabbed his finger and I just put it back in his pocket. He walked away. I grabbed his finger because I'm married. If I'd a been single, I'd a grabbed his head. That's the difference.

You're doing this manual labor and you know that technology can do it. (Laughs.) Let's face it, a machine can do the work of a man; otherwise they wouldn't have space probes. Why can we send a rocket ship that's unmanned and yet send a man in a steel mill to do a mule's work? Automation? Depends how it's applied. It frightens me if it puts me out on the street. It doesn't frighten me if it shortens my work week. You read that little thing: what are you going to do when this computer replaces you? Blow up computers. (Laughs.) Really. Blow up computers. I'll be goddamned if a computer is gonna eat before I do! I want milk for my kids and beer for me. ...

If I had a 20 hour workweek, I'd get to know my kids better, my wife better. Some kid invited me to go on a college campus. On a Saturday. It was summertime. Hell, if I have a choice of taking my wife and kids to a picnic or going to a college campus, it's gonna be the picnic. But if I worked a 20 hour week. I could go do both. ...

The intellectuals, they always say there are potential Lord Byrons, Walt Whitmans, Roosevelts, Picassos working in construction or steel mills or factories. But I don't think they believe it. I think what they're afraid of is the potential Hitlers and Stalins that are there too. The people in power fear the leisure man. .... What do you think would happen in this country if, for one year, they experimented and gave everybody a 20 hour week? How do they know that the guy who digs Wallace today doesn't try to resurrect Hitler tomorrow? Or the guy who is mildly disturbed at pollution doesn't decide to go to General Motors and shit on the guy's desk? You can become a fanatic if you had the time. The whole thing is time. That is, I think, one reason rich kids tend to be fanatic about politics: they have time. ...

It isn't that the average working guy is dumb. He's tired, that's all. I picked up a book on chess one time. That thing laid in the drawer for two or three weeks, you're too tired. During the weekends you want to take your kids out. You don't want to sit there and the kid comes up: "Daddy, can I go to the park?" You got your nose in a book? Forget it.

I know a guy fifty-seven years old. Know what he tells me? "Mike, I'm old and tired all the time."

The first thing happens at work: when the arms start moving, the brain stops. I punch in about ten minutes to seven in the morning. I say hello to a couple of guys I like. I kid around with them. One guy says good morning to you and you say good morning. To another guy you say fuck you. The guy you say fuck you to is your friend. I put on my hard hat, change into my safety shoes, put on my safety glasses, go to the bonderizer. It's the thing I work on. They rake the metal, they wash it, they dip it in a paint solution, and we take it off. Put it on, take it off, put it on, take it off, put it on, take it off... I say hello to everybody but my boss. At seven it starts. My arms get tired about the first half-hour. After that, they don't get tired any more until maybe the last half-hour at the end of the day. I work from seven to three thirty. My arms are tired at seven thirty and they're tired at three o'clock. I hope to God I never get broke in, because I always want my arms to be tired at seven thirty and three o'clock. (Laughs.) 'Cause that's when I know that there's a beginning and there's an end. That I'm not brainwashed. In between, I don't even try to think.

If I were to put you in front of a dock and I pulled up a skid in front of you with fifty hundred-pound sacks of potatoes and there are fifty more skids just like it, and this is what you're gonna do all day, what would you think about--potatoes? Unless a guy's a nut, he never thinks about work or talks about it. Maybe about baseball or about getting drunk the other night or he got laid or he didn't get laid. I'd say one out of a hundred will actually get excited about work. ...

Oh yeah, I daydream. I fantasize about a sexy blonde in Miami who's got my union dues. (Laughs.) I think of the head of the union the way I think of the head of my company. Living it up. I think of February in Miami. Warm weather, a place to lay in.

When I hear a college kid say, "I'm oppressed," I don't believe him. You know what I'd like to do for one year? Live like a college kid. Just for one year. I'd love to. Wow! (Whispers) Wow! Sports car! Marijuana! (Laughs.) Wild, sexy broads. I'd love that, hell yes, I would.

Somebody has to do this work. If my kid ever goes to college, I just want him to have a little respect, to realize that his dad is one of those somebodies. ...

After work I usually stop off at a tavern. Cold beer. Cold beer right away. When I was single, I used to go into hillbilly bars, get in a lot of brawls. Just to explode. I got a thing on my arm here (indicates scar). I got slapped with a bicycle chain. Oh, wow! (Softly) Mmm. I'm getting older. (Laughs.) I don't explode as much. You might say I'm broken in. (Quickly) No, I'll never be broken in. (Sighs.) When you get a little older, you exchange the words. When you're younger, you exchange the blows.

When I get home, I argue with my wife a little bit. Turn on TV, get mad at the news. (Laughs.) I don't even watch the news that much. I watch Jackie Gleason. I look for any alternative to the ten o'clock news. I don't want to go to bed angry. Don't hit a man with anything heavy at five o'clock. He just can't be bothered. This is his time to relax. The heaviest thing he wants is what his wife has to tell him.

When I come home, know what I do for the first twenty minutes? Fake it. I put on a smile. I got a kid, three years old. Sometimes she says, "Daddy, where've you been?" I say, "Work." I could have told her I'd been in Disneyland. What's work to a three-year-old kid?

If I feel bad, I can't take it out on the kids. Kids are born innocent of everything but birth. You can't take it out on your wife either. This is why you go to a tavern. You want to release it there rather than do it at home. What does an actor do when he's got a bad movie? I got a bad movie every day.

I don't even need the alarm clock to get up in the morning. I can go out drinking all night, fall asleep at four, and bam!--I'm up at six-no matter what I do. (Laughs.) It's a pseudo-death, more or less. Your whole system is paralyzed and you give all the appearance of death. It's an ingrown clock. It's a thing you just get used to. ...

[On weekends I] drink beer, read a book. See that one? Violence in America. It's one of them studies from Washington. One of them committees they're always appointing. A thing like that I read on a weekend. ... I don't do that much reading from Monday through Friday. Unless it's a horny book. I'll read it at work and go home and do my home work. (Laughs.) That's what the guys at the plant call it-homework. (Laughs.) Sometimes my wife works on Saturday and I drink beer at the tavern.

I went out drinking with one guy, oh, a long time ago. A college boy. He was working where I work now. Always preaching to me about how you need violence to change the system and all that garbage. We went into a hillbilly joint. Some guy there, I didn't know him from Adam, he said, "You think you're smart." I said, "What's your pleasure?" (Laughs.) He said, "My pleasure's to kick your ass." I told him I really can't be bothered. He said, "What're you, chicken?" I said, "No, I just don't want to be bothered." He came over and said something to me again. I said, "I don't beat women, drunks, or fools. Now leave me alone." The guy called his brother over. This college boy that was with me, he came nudging my arm, "Mike, let's get out of here." I said, "What are you worried about?" (Laughs.) This isn't unusual. People will bug you. You fend it off as much as you can with your mouth and when you can't, you punch the guy out. It was close to closing time and we stayed. We could have left, but when you go into a place to have a beer and a guy challenges you-if you expect to go in that place again, you don't leave. If you have to fight the guy, you fight. I got just outside the door and one of these guys jumped on me and grabbed me around the neck. I grabbed his arm and flung him against the wall. I grabbed him here (indicates throat), and jiggled his head against the wall quite a few times. He kind of slid down a little bit. This guy who said he was his brother took a swing at me with a garrison belt. He just missed and hit the wall. I'm looking around for my junior Stalin (laughs), who loves violence and everything. He's gone. Split. (Laughs.) Next day I see him at work. I couldn't get mad at him, he's a baby.

He saw a book in my back pocket one time and he was amazed. He walked up to me and he said, "You read?" I said, "What do you mean, I read?" He said, "All these dummies read the sports pages around here. What are you doing with a book?" I got pissed off at the kid right away. I said, "What do you mean, all these dummies? Don't knock a man who's paying somebody else's way through college." He was a nineteen-year-old effete snob. ...

[I want my kids to be an effete snob.] I want my kid to look at me and say, "Dad, you're a nice guy, but you're a fuckin' dummy." Hell yes, I want my kid to tell me that he's not gonna be like me. ...

If I were hiring people to work, I'd try naturally to pay them a decent wage. I'd try to find out their first names, their last names, keep the company as small as possible, so I could personalize the whole thing. All I would ask a man is a handshake, see you in the morning. No applications, nothing. I wouldn't be interested in the guy's past. ...

I'd like to run a combination bookstore and tavern. (Laughs.) I would like to have a place where college kids came and a steelworker could sit down and talk. Where a workingman could not be ashamed of Walt Whitman and where a college professor could not be ashamed that he painted his house over the weekend.

If a carpenter built a cabin for poets, I think the least the poets owe the carpenter is just three or four one-liners on the wall. A little plaque: "Though we labor with our minds, this place we can relax in was built by someone who can work with his hands. And his work is as noble as ours." I think the poet owes something to the guy who builds the cabin for him.

I don't think of Monday. You know what I'm thinking about on Sunday night? Next Sunday. If you work real hard, you think of a perpetual vacation. Not perpetual sleep. ... What do I think of on a Sunday night? Lord. I wish the fuck I could do something else for a living.

... Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel. It took him a long time to do this, this beautiful work of art. But what if he had to create this Sistine Chapel a thousand times a year? Don't you think that would even dull Michelangelo's mind? Or if Da Vinci had to draw his anatomical charts thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, eighty, ninety, a hundred times a day? Don't you think that would even bore Da Vinci?

[Interview's Question: Way back, you spoke of the guys who built the pyramids, not the pharaohs, the unknowns. You put yourself in their category?] Yes. I want my signature on 'em, too. Sometimes, out of pure meanness, when I make something, I put a little dent in it. I like to do something to make it really unique. Hit it with a hammer. I deliberately fuck it up to see if it'll get by, just so I can say I did it. It could be anything. ... I'd like to make my imprint. My dodo bird. A mistake, mine. Let's say the whole building is nothing but red bricks. I'd like to have just the black one or the white one or the purple one. Deliberately fuck up.

This is gonna sound square, but my kid is my imprint. He's my freedom. There's a line in one of Hemingway's books. I think it's from For Whom the Bell Tolls. They're behind the enemy lines, somewhere in Spain, and she's pregnant. She wants to stay with him. He tells her no. He says, "if you die, I die," knowing he's gonna die. But if you go, I go. Know what I mean? The mystics call it the brass bowl. Continuum. You know what I mean? This is why I work. Every time I see a young guy walk by with a shirt and tie and dressed up real sharp, I'm lookin' at my kid, you know? That's it.


Orison Swett Marden Quotes

Not long ago a young man whom I had not seen for several years called on me, and I was amazed at the tremendous change in him. When I had last seen him he was pessimistic, discouraged, almost despairing; he had soured on life, lost confidence in human nature and in himself. During the interval he had completely changed. The sullen, bitter expression that used to characterize his face was replaced by one of joy and gladness. He was radiant, cheerful, hopeful and happy.

The young man had married an optimistic wife, who had the happy faculty of laughing him out of his “blues” or melancholy, changing the tenor of his thoughts, cheering him up, and making him put a higher estimate on himself. His removal from an unhappy environment, together with his wife’s helpful, “new thought” influence and his own determination to make good, had all worked together to bring about a revolution in his mental make-up. The love-principle and the use of the right thought-force and had verily made a new man of him. (Peace, Power, and Plenty)


Jim Nelson Quotes

(1963-) editor-in-chief of the magazine GQ

The job of [sitcom] writer's assistant is whatever the writers deem it to be. Writers ... like to sit around all day thinking of new ways to employ their assistants. This often involves dogs, or any other pets the writers might have.

Take Digger, whom I have come to know through a series of rigorous walks. Indeed I have, upon instruction and in the middle of a busy workday, driven 4.8 miles to my boss's Hollywood Hills home to unlock the door, fetch the leash, and let Digger take his airs. ...

You would not call [my boss] M— a “people person.” He is acerbic, career-drunk, moving toward midlife friendlessness. Digger was his only steadfast pal. “Dogs don't fuck you over,” he once bellowed at me... When he asked if I was coming to the funeral, I took it as: “Mourn with me—or else.” ...

I share my office space with a group of writer's assistants, all of whom are connected to their superiors by the same buzzing [intercom] system, all of whom fear their bosses, resent their bosses' success, and yet crave their bosses' sweet-ass jobs. ...

The reception area serves as a hangout for various Columbia secretaries, messengers, and mailroom guys and as a kind of chamber for our constant grievances. The most bitter among us is Kent, who at night performs as the drag queen Jackie Beat, a beat poetess with a vicious tongue. In truth, the line between Kent, the disgruntled office worker, and Jackie Beat, the disgruntled drag queen, is fading daily. Once, early on, feeling momentarily comfortable around the group, I'd mentioned that I'd just moved here and told some brief anecdote about growing up in the D.C. suburbs. When I finished, Kent glowered at me. “What makes you think any of us could possibly give a shit about that little story of yours?”>

“It's just a story,” I stammered.

“I think you need to think long and hard about what's a story—and what isn't,” he snipped.

I shut up for two months.

... The assistants around me are all wildly talented people who know they need to suppress any sign of creativity, lest it threaten their bosses or get in the way of answering phone calls. ...

Across the hall, through the glass door of the reception room, I can see my bosses laughing hysterically in their office. ... They crack each other up. This is what they are each paid hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to do. ...

[They] worked on a show called The New Leave It to Beaver. ... My bosses act as if the Beaver reboot were the modern comedy equivalent of Monty Python, as if everyone in Hollywood were hyper-aware of the brilliant Eddie Haskell subplots they wrote. ...

At my interview, they flat out informed me that they were “hilarious,” a cut above most clowns. “Not like these fucking idiots in Hollywood.” I laughed at their audacity. They laughed at my laughing—the whole interview was like a coke party. They told me they would storm Hollywood and, if I went along, I could sort of storm it, too. It sounded like a great idea, and also I was broke. ...

My job is to serve them and, more important, to humor them. I am regularly summoned into their office to witness the sparks of their genius, to hear a few bits of schlocky humor that, for the well-being of my job, I had better find uproarious. ...

M— and L— seem mismatched as a comic team. They're both type A personalities, with no foil, no straight man. Like the worst kind of Funny Guys, they are always, oppressively, “on.” Every time they see you, they do not merely crack a joke; they molest you with comedy. Their assaults are rapid-fire, cringe-inducing, often offensive. (“Nice jacket, Jim. What, did you buy it from a sand nigger in Morocco?” Grunt.) ...

It is 1990, and The Plan is going as planned, sort of. I have graduated from development and am now a writer's assistant on M— and L—'s NBC series, Ferris Bueller. I am the Taker of All Notes, the Keeper of Comedy. I “do table,” which means I sit at a long conference table with the writers as they try to punch up a script. I jot down what they say, spitting it back to them on demand. ...

Here, the writers expect me not only to read back their jokes but to somehow embellish them, to deliver them with feeling and perfect timing. Because if I read back a line and it sounds lame, the writer might accuse me of killing his joke. It happens like this:

WRITERS: [speaking all at once] Blah blah blah and then he says blah blah and then she says blah blah no no because she has car troubles blah blah your mother names her car?

WRITER #1: That was good. What did I say?

ME: Um, you said, “ ‘My mother's car is a Lexus.’ ‘Your mother names her car?’”

WRITER #1: That's not what I said! Jesus Christ! I said, “ ‘My mother's car is a Lexus.’ ‘Your mother names her car?’”

ME: That's brilliant. ...

Ferris Bueller dies an untimely death. NBC kills it after just thirteen episodes. ...

I soon find work as a writer's assistant on other sitcoms. With nice bosses! ... The one complicating factor: Every show I work on is instantly canceled.


Joel Osteen Quotes


I know this lady. Her husband doesn't come to church with her. There are a lot of issues in her home she's been dealing with. For years she used to come down front for prayer. She had this list of all the things she wanted God to fix. And she didn't think she could be happy unless they all turned around. The main thing was her husband.

I saw her recently and she was just beaming with joy. She was more beautiful and more at peace than I had ever seen her before. And I thought surely everything must have worked out. But she said, "No, Joel. My husband is just the same. Still got a lot of issues. He hasn't changed. But you know what? I have changed. I don't let that frustrate me anymore. I don't let him keep me from enjoying my life."


Ted Pollock Quotes


One of the few men able to influence President Woodrow Wilson was Colonel Edward House. Why? Because early in their relationship, House discovered that Wilson could not stand being told what to do by anyone. Somewhat childishly, the President was incapable of admitting that his knowledge of any subject was insufficient or limited. ...Colonel House was keen enough to recognize President Wilson’s "self-image," that of a totally self-sufficient, completely knowledgeable man, and then use it when he thought it necessary. To some extent, each of us entertains a somewhat distorted notion of the kind of person he is, and this self-image is a reliable clue to our character. Learn what a person's self-image is, how he sees himself, and you have one important key to what makes him tick. ... One man ... may picture himself as the epitome of all the major virtues, a born leader, better than most people. Another may view himself as possessed of a keen analytical mind, unswayed by emotional considerations. A third may entertain an image of himself as a great innovator and idea man. ... Put what you want done in terms of each individual's self-image.


Jerry Reisman Quotes

lawyer

Everyone was in awe of him. [Bernie] Madoff made it feel as if it [his investment fund] was an exclusive club, and that's how he sucked his people in. That's how he got them to go into this. And it was a fantastic, brilliant job of marketing.


David Ross Quotes


What matters to most of those collectors is winning. When art becomes a competitive sport, all it takes to win is the guts and the money to go further than anyone else, and then, voila, you win. And winning feels really good. ... We're living in a world of funny money. And money is not really a measure of anything anymore because... it's thrown around in such unpredictable ways.


Jay Sankey Quotes


The difference between wit that gets belly laughs and wit that gets bored silence is not only a matter of the style the material is both written and delivered in, but also a matter of the degree to which the audience cares about the subject.


Leigh Simmons Quotes

biologist


I was really excited by fluctuating asymmetry. The early studies made the effect look very robust. ... [Afer conducting a few experiments of my own,] Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the effect. But the worst part was that when I submitted these null results I had difficulty getting them published. The journals only wanted confirming data. It was too exciting an idea to disprove, at least back then.


Samuel Smiles Quotes

(1812-1904) writer and philosopher


When Dr. Abbot, afterwards Archbishop of Canterbury, drew the character of his deceased friend Thomas Sackville, he did not dwell upon his merits as a statesman, or his genius as a poet, but upon his virtues as a man in relation to the ordinary duties of life. “How many rare things were in him!” said he. “Who more loving unto his wife? Who more kind unto his children?—Who more fast unto his friend?—Who more moderate unto his enemy?—Who more true to his word?” Indeed, we can always better understand and appreciate a man’s real character by the manner in which he conducts himself towards those who are the most nearly related to him, and by his transaction of the seemingly commonplace details of daily duty, than by his public exhibition of himself as an author, an orator, or a statesman.


Newton’s was unquestionably a mind of the very highest order, and yet, when asked by what means he had worked out his extraordinary discoveries, he modestly answered, “By always thinking unto them.” At another time he thus expressed his method of study: “I keep the subject continually before me, and wait till the first dawnings open slowly by little and little into a full and clear light.”

It was in Newton’s case, as in every other, only by diligent application and perseverance that his great reputation was achieved. Even his recreation consisted in change of study, laying down one subject to take up another. To Dr. Bentley he said: “If I have done the public any service, it is due to nothing but industry and patient thought.”


Samuel Smiles Quotes


twistedcain Quotes


I have a long time friend who is always happy as a pig in shit. No matter what. He's my age, works for minimum wage, girlfriend left him, no kids, no prospects, no savings, lives with roommates and still struggles to get through the week. He seems to be enjoying life to the fullest.

I've been happily married for 15 years, live in a beautiful house, two great kids, easy job (working right now), and money isn't an issue for me. When I run into my friend, his only complaint is how much I complain about my life. He lives everyday to the fullest while I see everyday I don't have a major accomplishment as a wasted day that takes me one step closer to death. I have a hard time enjoying anything because I always feel like I should be doing something more productive with my time.

I've found a way to replicate how I imagine their brains must work. If I drink a lot of alcohol, I find that I no longer care about anything either and quit worrying. The effect is temporary and the regret I feel the next day for actually enjoying myself is brutal, but I find if I do this about once a week, preferably on a weekend, it's like going on a mini vacation from myself.


Wang Ji Wu Quotes


I have traveled the long road of life, experiencing hardship, difficulty, and I know the sentiment of man is often as thin as paper. I have seen corruption and those whose only concern is realizing their own desires. Because of this, I have striven even harder to live a practical life, willing to sacrifice even more for the good of the people. After the founding of the Republic [of China], I spent my time working in the streets as a doctor, treating anyone who came to me for help with wholehearted enthusiasm. When one finds happiness in serving others, one will be full of the spirit of life, seeing things as they are with a calm heart. Thus, one may reach the state where the spirit is preserved within, the body is healthy and the spirit full, the intellect wise, decisions made adroitly and reactions made spontaneously. Consequently, the life energy will be strengthened and increased while promoting the health and longevity of the body.


Yang Chu Quotes


One hundred years is at the heights of a long life. Less than one in a thousand people attain it. Let's take an example [typical] of someone who does. Most of it is taken up by infancy and old age, sleep and wasted time, pain and sickness, sorrow and grief, ruin and loss, and anxieties and fears. This perhaps leaves several years—and of this, I reckon that the time he is truly content and liberated barely amounts to much at all.

So what is human existence for, and where is its joy? Only comfort/beauty/wealth and luxury? Only music/color and beauty/sound/senses/women? Ah, but we cannot always be satisfied by comfort/beauty and luxury, nor incessantly enjoy beauty/color and music/sound.

Besides, we're moved here and there by rewards, punishments, fame, and laws--and we busy ourselves competing for one vain moment of praise, and scheming for the glory that will remembered after our deaths, to the point where even when we're alone, we consider and go along with what we think others want us to see, hear, think, feel, and do, and we discredit what our own selves feel and think. Vainly missing the realest enjoyments of life’s time, we can't give way for a moment. How different is this from being a chained in prison?

The ancients knew that all creatures enter life in a moment, and must depart in death at one moment. Therefore they followed their hearts and did not deny themselves these natural inclinations. During life, they weren't seeking fame, but were only following their own nature. They went smoothly on their path unvaried from their inclinations. They didn't seek for posthumous fame. They were out of the reach of external disapproval, and were not concerned with glory, fame, rank, or position during their lifespan.