I'm drawn to a lovely quote by St. Augustine in "The City of God," where he says, "It's a sin to judge any man by his post." In modern English that would mean it's a sinto come to any view of who you should talk to, dependent on their business card. It's not the post that should count. According to St. Augustine, only God can really put everybody in their place; he's going to do that on the Day of Judgment, with angels and trumpets, and the skies will open. Insane idea, if you're a secularist person, like me. But something very valuable in that idea, nevertheless.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
The only person you should try to be better than is the person you were yesterday.
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
是什么让这个世界转动起来的?谁需要这个问题的答案?一个以她的苍白肤色自豪的男人,无比珍爱他的皮肤,因为那不是任何追求的结果,根本没有经过他自己的任何努力。他生来便是那个样子的,他获得了赐福,被选择成为了那个样子,他的皮肤让他在一切事情上都享有等级方面的特殊优先权。这个男人端坐于高原而不是平地之上,他所能看到的全部——就是肥沃的牧草、广阔的平原、深藏着珍宝的高大山峦、汹涌的大海、平静的大洋——所有这些,他铁定地知道应该是属于他自己的。是什么让这个世界转动起来?他提出了这个问题,当所有他能够看见的这些,都稳稳地掌握在他的手里——稳得甚至令他无需时不时地看上一眼的时候;当他可以抨击这些,可以让人把这些从他身边拿走,可以咒骂母亲受孕的那一刻以及他出生的那个日子的时候;当他可以在夜里入睡,然后又在早晨醒来,并且所有他能看见的依然稳稳地掌握在他手里的时候,他提出了这个问题。接着他还可以再问,是什么让这个世界转动起来?然后他就会得到一个答案,这个答案内容繁多,而且有很多个答案,每一个答案都是各不相同的,还有很多个男人,每一个男人都是彼此相同的。我问什么问题?什么问题是我能够问的?我一无所有,我不是一个男人。我问,是什么让这个世界把矛头转向了我,以及所有像我一样的人?当我问及这个问题的时候,我一无所有,我找不到任何东西。我的面前容留不下一个奢侈的答案所需占有的空间。当我提出这个问题时,我的声音里充满了绝望。
行为法则可以从基本的生理原则中推导出来。
The best decisions are made when you listen to diverse perspectives, especially from those who disagree with you.
I don’t believe in style. I believe in authenticity.
"The best acting is instinctive. It's not intellectual, it's not mechanical, it's instinctive."
A company’s success should be measured not just by profit, but by its impact on the planet.