Thus we may know that there are five essentials for victory:
1- He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.
2- He will win who knows how to handle both superior and inferior forces.
3- He will win whose army is animated by the same spirit throughout all its ranks.
4- He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared.
5- He will win who has military capacity and is not interfered with by the sovereign.
“Hugs take two seconds, and you’ll sleep so much better. I’ll be back here before they even know I’ve left. What’s your address?” A small grin peeks through her gloom. “You’re going to drive five miles just to give me a hug?”
“I’d run five miles just to give you a hug.”
*Giggles and kicks her feets*
"This sounds a bit crazy as I text this…but you only bought one ticket on this flight—right?"
It was a full five minutes before he answered, even though the three little dots had been going the entire time.
Lincoln: I may have bought more.
"How many did you buy?!"
Lincoln: Your row and the next. They didn’t put anyone in those seats, right?
"Um no…they’re empty. But why exactly did you do that?"
Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.
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Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick dad.
Sayfa 97
I love the dynamics of negotiation. Skillful negotiators, of which I am among the best, are forceful, persistent, perceptive and patient. I thrive on seeking out and defining my opponent's comfort zone, that imaginary box (…), and then placing an offer on the inside rim of that comfort zone closest to my own best interests. This delicate
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Twenty-five is too wordly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is-oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty."
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.”
After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?”
“Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.”
“I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet.
Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—”
“My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch.
“It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion.
“I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
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“Meet me downstairs in five minutes, and I’ll fill you in.”
“Five minutes?” My eyes widen. “Uh-uh, no way. I need to take a shower. I haven’t even eaten breakfast—”
“If you’d been up at three, you would’ve had time for all that and more.”
“Three in the morning?” I gape at him. “Are you out of your mind?”
On a ten-point scale, if I am at level two in any field, and desire to move to level five, I must first take the step toward level three. "A thousand-mile journey begins with the first step" and can only be taken one step at a time.
Once you get your financing from a commercial bank, you don't just take the money and run. It is in the best interests of both you and your company to nurture that relationship, to maintain contact with the banker or bankers who made your loan possible. After all, you never know when you'll need more financing for another Quantum Leap in
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You're just the romantic age, fifty.
Twenty-five is too worldly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age.
Did you ever wonder? Why people gather when others die? Why people feel they should?
It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
Sayfa 50
“If this is all we get, then let’s take it. I want to be fearless and free,” she says, giving me a look, daring me. “It’s just life, Will. It’ll be over before we know it.”
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So tell me the secret so I can take it back to Earth and save us all: How can a planet live at peace?
Just a lil Different
WE SHOULD take seriously, then, the idea that we possess an innate and universal morality. But we can’t know if this is true until we study the minds of babies. Such research is hard; it is notoriously difficult to know what is going on inside of a baby’s head. When my sons were babies, I would stare at them and wonder what, precisely, stared back. They were like my dog, only more fascinating. (Now they are teenagers, wonderful in many ways, but a lot less professionally interesting—I know what it’s like to be a teenager.) The developmental psychologist John Flavell once said that he would give up all his degrees and honors for just five minutes inside the head of a two-year-old. I would give up a month of my life for those five minutes—and I’d give up six months for five minutes as an infant.
