Sometimes we forget about common sense. Autism is used too much as an excuse for bad behavior.
We should ban banks from risk-taking because society is going to pay the price.
Go to parties. You can't even start to know what you may find on the envelope of serendipity. If you suffer from agoraphobia, send colleagues.
The traits I respect are erudition and the courage to stand up when half-men are afraid for their reputation. Any idiot can be intelligent.
To succeed in life requires a total inability to do anything that makes you uncomfortable when you look at yourself in the mirror.
Few understand that procrastination is our natural defense, letting things take care of themselves and exercise their antifragility; it results from some ecological or naturalistic wisdom, and is not always bad - at an existential level, it is my body rebelling against its entrapment. It is my soul fighting the Procrustean bed of modernity.
Comfort makes you weaker. We need some variability, some stressors. Not too much, but just enough.
Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.
When real revival happens, it changes the moral climate of a community. . . because we've turned from our wicked ways.
To the young: Work, work, work, and then work some more!
I buy a tractor two years ago, and four-fifths of the tractor manual is about not tipping over, not raising the bucket high enough to hit high-tension wire. . . not killing yourself, basically. And in that manual, I found out - and it cost me a thousand dollars - that when the tractor is new, 10 hours into use of the tractor, you have to re-torque the lug nuts. If you don't, you will oval the holes. This is buried between the moron warnings. I never found it. I take the tractor in for its regular servicing, and they say my wheels are gone. How am I supposed to know that? "It's in the manual. "