Quotes

These are the thoughts that made Elon musk so powerful. "Failure is an option here. If things are not failing, you are not innovating enough." "I think it is possible for ordinary people to choose to be extraordinary." "It's OK to have your eggs in one basket as long as you control what happens to that basket." "Some people don't like change, but you need to embrace change if the alternative is disaster." "I think life on Earth must be about more than just solving problems ... It's got to be something inspiring, even if it is vicarious." "I think that's the single best piece of advice: Constantly think about how you could be doing things better and questioning yourself." "Entrepreneurship is like eating glass and walking on hot coals at the same time." "Patience is a virtue, and I'm learning patience. It's a tough lesson." "Engineering is the closest thing to magic that exists i...

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a bl...

  Friendly advice to a lot of young men Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to “The Saturday Evening Post.” Chew on the left side of your mouth only. Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor. And carve your name in her arm.   Brush your teeth with gasoline. Sleep all day and climb trees at night. Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer. Hold your head under water and play the violin. Do a belly dance before pink candles. Kill your dog. Run for Mayor. Live in a barrel. Break your head with a hatchet. Plant tulips in the rain.   But don’t write poetry.

The Strongest of the Strange you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not many but from them come the few good paintings the few good symphonies the few good books and other works. and from the best of the strange ones perhaps nothing. they are their own paintings their own books their own music their own work. sometimes I think I see them– say a certain old man sitting on a certain bench in a certain way or a quick face going the other way in a passing automobile or there’s a certain motion o p f the hands of a bag—boy or a bag—girl while packing supermarket groceries. sometimes it is even somebody you have been living with for some time—you will notice a lightning quick glance never seen from them before. sometimes you will only note their existance suddenly in vivid recall some months some years after they are gone. I remember such a one—he was about 20 years old drunk at 10 a.m. staring into a cracked New Orleans mirror ...