There's this really awesome theory of human motivation - that human beings all want three things. One is to be competent, one is to belong, and one is be free, as in to have choice: to not be told what to do but to choose what to do.
As parents, we teach our kids about things we feel competent in. That's why so many parents don't teach their kids about money.
Even if I disagree with Obama on many, many things, he is certainly qualified to be president. He is certainly competent to be president.
We can teach a lot of things, but if the teacher can't relate by talking to a group of friendly students, he'll never be a competent teacher.
NASA needs to focus on the things that are really important and that we do not know how to do. The agency is a pioneering force, and that is where its competitive advantage lies.
A lot of people don't enjoy their jobs, and it's one of the main things we like to complain about.
I like to complain and do nothing to make things better.
Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.
People tend to complicate things in life.
When things are too easy I lose interest in them so I find ways to complicate them to get myself interested.
I probably complicate things unnecessarily now just to give the illusion of professionalism.
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
We'll see some simplistic players for a while, who'll then get into more complicated things and evolve with their instruments. This is a cycle that happens over and over again in music.
Computers are famous for being able to do complicated things starting from simple programs.
We're all complicit in the things we may be trying to oppose. I'm complicit in the things that I'm trying to oppose.
It's always nice when people say nice things or are complimentary.
But God, who is the beginning of all things, is not to be regarded as a composite being, lest perchance there should be found to exist elements prior to the beginning itself, out of which everything is composed, whatever that be which is called composite.
I'm very, very leery of nonfiction books where they change timeframes and use - what do they call those things? - composite characters. I don't think that's right.
Fate is a sempiternal and unchangeable series and chain of things, rolling and unraveling itself through eternal sequences of cause and effect, of which it is composed and compounded.
The happy medium - truth in all things - is no longer either known or valued; to gain applause, one must write things so inane that they might be played on barrel-organs, or so unintelligible that no rational being can comprehend them, though on that very account, they are likely to please.
