There is as far as I know, no example in history, of any state voluntarily ceding power from the centre to its constituent parts.

The companies that survive longest are the one's that work out what they uniquely can give to the world-not just growth or money but their excellence, their respect for others, or their ability to make people happy. Some call those things a soul.

If economic progress means that we become anonymous cogs in some great machine, then progress is an empty promise.

The sobering thought is that individuals and societies are not, in the end, remembered for how they made their money, but for how they spent it.

A good team is a great place to be, exciting, stimulating, supportive, successful. A bad team is horrible, a sort of human prison.

Passion is born of vague hopes.

Some of my unhappiest moments have been in organizations. Somehow it seems to be quite respectable to do things in organizations that you would never do in private life. I have had people insult me to my face in front of colleagues. I have had my feelings rammed down my throat on the pretext that it would do me good. I have been required to do things which I didn't agree with because the organization wished it... In my worst moments I have thought organizations were places designed to be run by sadists and staffed by masochists.