“Nobody wants to buy sour milk.”

You are more powerful than you think.

Certainly some things that are very good can sometimes be used in a bad way.

When I think of civil liberties I think of the founding principles of the country. The freedoms that are in the First Amendment. But also the fundamental right to privacy.

Gaming has kind of evolved a bit. More people play on portable devices.

I just want to build great products.

I despise politics. There is no room for it in a company. My life is going to be way too short to deal with that.

From our point of view it’s important that Apple not be the developer for the world.

To whom much is given, much is expected. I do believe this. It’s embedded in me.

We believe in saying no to thousands of projects so that we can really focus on the few that are truly important and meaningful to us.

I remember what it was like to grow up in the South in the 1960s and 1970s.

I am driven by great work and seeing people do incredible things and having a part in that.

Graduates, your values matter. They are your north star. And work takes on new meaning when you feel you’re pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, it’s just a job. And life is too short for that.

An acorn would never brag about giving shade.

We sold more iPads in the last quarter alone than any PC manufacturer sold in their entire line.

Our message, to people around the country and around the world, is this: Apple is open.

Android dominates the mobile malware market.

My great grandma always told me to drink a lot of milk because it’s good for the skin.

Homogeneity is much to be admired – in milk, for instance – but not for parties.

Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.

It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Blue Jeans? They should be worn by farm girls milking cows!

A child cannot pay for its mother’s milk.

The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything

I asked the waiter, ‘Is this milk fresh?’ He said, ‘Lady, three hours ago it was grass.’