“When you live for others’ opinions, you are dead. I don’t want to live thinking about how I’ll be remembered.”

Mistakes are normal and human. Make them small, accept them, correct them, and forget them.

If you are in business, you are not enjoying. You are working.

When we decide to do something, we do it quickly.

The only way you finish with poverty is with jobs.

It’s important to give a better country to your children, but it is more important to give better children to your country.

Do not allow negative feelings and emotions to control your mind. Emotional harm does not come from others; it is conceived and developed within ourselves.

Think of an athlete. He may be very good in his own house, but not as good as his neighbors. You have to go beyond your home. You have to go worldwide.

All businesses make mistakes. The trick is to avoid large ones.

The combination of non-profit organizations like the foundations and profit businesses can work together in some areas.

I’ve always said that the better off you are, the more responsibility you have for helping others.

Courage taught me no matter how bad a crisis gets, any sound investment will eventually pay off.

All times are good times for those who know how to work and have the tools to do so.

Live the present intensely and fully, do not let the past be a burden, and let the future be an incentive. Each person forges his or her own destiny.

When you are convinced of what to do and what you need to do, it’s not hard to do that.

People need to feel very good about their achievements. They get pride in what they are doing.

Choose the right employees and then set them loose.

To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn’t really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Until the day she died, my mother continued to fight for the rights of women. She joined all the women’s movements of the time; she stirred up a lot of revolts. She was a great woman, a great figure. Women today would like her immensely.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover