The things that I look at include Renaissance art. I'm obsessed with churches and paintings of saints.
if you don't exist in the arts of a culture, you're invisible. The arts are what express the soul of who we are and that expresses our humanity.
I learned you pay for your happiness. That's why I don't expect to be happy all the time. I'd rather be surprised by one moment every so often to remind me that joy is possible, even if I have to pay for it later.
Another train will come. Why rush? Why worry? Why go crazy? Another train will come. And sure enough, another train going my way was pulling into the station. My bad mood evaporated. I entered the car smiling, certain that there would be more missed trains in my life, more closed doors in my face, but there would always be another train rumbling down the tracks in my direction.
Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.
For me, the person I was becoming when we left was erased, and another one was created.
How can you know what you're capable of if you don't embrace the unkown?
Football needs its roots, it needs its connection with the supporters. But those in charge seem to think they can do without them.
Companies are missing out on phenomenal skills and capabilities of experienced older job hunters: wealth of knowledge, expertise, seasoning, maturity. Companies need to be reminded of that.
You have the freedom to choose to be optimistic or pessimistic. You can peel off your old attitude like a suit of clothes, and put on a brand spanking new attitude every single day. It's as simple as that.
Funny as hell, searingly honest, and urgently real, Sam Pink's Rontel puts to shame most modern fiction. His writing perfectly captures the bizarre parade that is Chicago, with all its gloriously odd and wonderful people. This book possesses both the nerve of Nelson Algren and the existential comedy of Albert Camus.