Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

A meter of green is greener than a centimeter.

Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.

Thanks to our cinctures and corsets we have succeeded in making an artificial being out of woman. She is an anomaly, and Nature herself, obedient to the laws of heredity, aids us in complicating and enervating her. We carefully keep her in a state of nervous weakness and muscular inferiority, and in guarding her from fatigue, we take away from her possibilities of development. Thus modeled on a bizarre ideal of slenderness to which, strangely enough, we continue to adhere, our women have nothing in common with us, and this, perhaps, may not be without grave moral and social disadvantages.

The single most powerful tool for winning a negotiation is the ability to get up and walk away from the table without a deal

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.