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Giving up the illusion that you can predict the future is a very liberating moment. All you can do is give yourself the capacity to respond ... the creation of that capacity is the purpose of strategy. — John Browne, Baron Browne Of Madingley

Let the painter composing narrative pictures take pleasure in wealth and variety, and avoid repeating any part that occurs in it, so that the uniqueness and abundance attract people to it and delight the eye of the observer. I say that a narrative painting requires (depending on the scene), wherever the eye falls, a mixture of men of diverse appearances, of diverse ages and dress, combined together with women, children, dogs, horses, buildings, fields, and hills. — Leonardo Da Vinci

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. — V.C. Andrews

For me, the goal wasn't to turn the stand-up special on its head, but to do what I do specifically, and hopefully that reads as something new. — Nick Kroll

When children do not have three square meals a day, a proper education, and at least one adult who they know loves and is committed to them, it's very unlikely they will grow up to be productive citizens of the world. — Stephanie March

Never would I have thought that I would meet Mick Jagger, much less be working on the same project. — Ato Essandoh

This world belongs to our future generations, so we have to take utmost care of it. — Debasish Mridha

Most people are operating out of repetition. If you come to work or school each day with the same mind-state, you probably can't get more out of it than you did yesterday. — Frederick Lenz

The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster." "Meaning what, precisely?" "That it reflects a great deal more of yourself to your senses than you probably know. — Jim Butcher

There was a sound of slapping
When the angel stole come
And the angel that had lost
Lay back satisfied — Jack Kerouac