When your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt.

When your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt.

Every era has a currency that buys souls. In some the currency is pride, in others it is hope, in read more

Every era has a currency that buys souls. In some the currency is pride, in others it is hope, in still others it is a holy cause. There are of course times when hard cash will buy souls, and the remarkable thing is that such times are marked by civility, tolerance, and the smooth working of everyday life.

Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.

Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.

Those fighting for free enterprise and free competition do not defend the interests of those rich today. They want a read more

Those fighting for free enterprise and free competition do not defend the interests of those rich today. They want a free hand left to unknown men who will be the entrepreneurs of tomorrow...

For me, hard work represents the supreme luxury of life.

For me, hard work represents the supreme luxury of life.

Goodwill is the one and only asset that competition cannot undersell or destroy.

Goodwill is the one and only asset that competition cannot undersell or destroy.

People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. read more

People don't have fortunes left them in that style nowadays; men have to work and women to marry for money. It's a dreadfully unjust world.

If you're not a white male, consider sales seriously. Most employers, regardless of how sexist or racist they may be, read more

If you're not a white male, consider sales seriously. Most employers, regardless of how sexist or racist they may be, will pay for any sales they can get. And they care little for the color or gender of the person who brings that business to the firm. Most will be glad to get the business even if it comes from a green, bisexual Martian.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never read more

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.