The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.

You see only 2% of another person， and they see only 2% of you. Attune yourselves to the hidden 98%.

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page."

When Henry Ford made cheap， reliable cars people said， ‘Nah， what’s wrong with a horse？’ That was a huge bet he made， and it worked.