don’t have a chicken coop or an imposing beard. I’ve never been hunting. I can barely keep succulents alive. I grew up in Philadelphia and feel the shame of my cosmopolitan softness every time I gas up behind the carheart-clad cowboy resting on his rusted Silverado.
We do not naturally possess wisdom. Left to your own devices, you are not in good hands. There is something inside us that is actually disinclined to wisdom.
The longer you live as a C-Suite executive, the harder it is to empathize with the lifestyle and motivations of an hourly worker.
The beginning of wisdom is to know that you don’t know.
You can rage yourself into exhaustion or whisper a warning, but the performance you can expect will always depend on the standards you enforce.
There is a decaying, deadening shallowness that seeps in during all this waiting. There is always something else coming. From year to year and hour to hour there is some new horizon promising that when you get to the top of that hill, then you’ll be happy.
Appearances are deceiving. What is concealed is eventually revealed, and your sum total will be a loss of trust.
If we’re honest, most of us are tormented by the fear that, “If I don’t publicize who I am, no one will know, and I’ll never become what I could have been.”
A fool will fail to grasp social complexities or care about anyone’s feelings except her own. You will find yourself stirring up a storm of violence on account of a lack of tact.
It’s going to get awkward if you assume your neighbor is burying a body when he’s preparing to plant some geraniums.
God pays special regard to life’s “losers.”
An authority figure who enforces discipline helps people connect the dots between bad choices and negative consequences.