Complainers change their complaints but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.

The pessimist complains about the wind the optimist expects it to change the realist adjusts the sails.

The energy of the crowd is insane. Twenty thousand people. It's the biggest jolt of adrenaline. It's very hard to explain. You know the old story about the woman lifting the car off her kid? It's in that realm. You can actually hurt yourself and not know it.

Design can never be an ultimate explanation for anything. It can only be a proximate explanation. A plane or a car is explained by a designer but that's because the designer himself the engineer is explained by natural selection.

Newspapers with declining circulations can complain all they want about their readers and even say they have no taste. But you will still go out of business over time. A newspaper is not a public trust - it has a business model that either works or it doesn't.

Statistics suggest that when customers complain business owners and managers ought to get excited about it. The complaining customer represents a huge opportunity for more business.

Being a mother is the best thing that ever happened to me. Before you have your first baby you are a girl and then you become a mother. There is no transition into being a woman you literally become a mum and being a mum means you always love someone else more than yourself and it is an unexplainable situation.

Virtue is like a rich stone best plain set.

As for everything else so for a mathematical theory: beauty can be perceived but not explained.

Bracketing has turned all my experiences remembered and present into a gallery of miracles where I wander around dazzled by the beauty of events I cannot explain.