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Of one thing be certain: if a CEO is enthused about a particularly foolish acquisition, both his internal staff and his outside advisors will come up with whatever projections are needed to justify his stance. Only in fairy tales are emperors told that they are naked.
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society.
Seeing the glass as half empty is more positive than seeing it as half full. Through such a lens the only choice is to pour more. That is righteous pessimism.
Negotiation in the classic diplomatic sense assumes parties more anxious to agree than to disagree.
I do not regard the procuring of peace as a matter in which we should play the role of arbiter between different opinions ... more that of an honest broker who really wants to press the business forward.
To jaw-jaw is always better than to war-war.*
It's a well-known proposition that you know who's going to win a negotiation: it's he who pauses the longest.
Some of them think they have me by the balls, but their hands aren't big enough.
Never corner an opponent, and always assist him to save his face ... Avoid self-righteousness like the devil - there is nothing so self-blinding.
He never wants anything but what's right and fair; only when you come to settle what's right and fair, it's everything that he wants and nothing that you want. And that's his idea of a compromise.
Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
Only free men can negotiate; prisoners cannot enter into contracts. Your freedom and mine cannot be separated.
Make a suggestion or assumption and let them tell you you're wrong. People also have a need to feel smarter than you are.
Never apologize, mister. It's a sign of weakness.
Never make concessions.
Be careful, be cautious, do not rush into negotiations ... be careful what you give away now, you may wish you had not done so should in future the balance of forces turn in your favour.
My style of dealmaking is quite simple and straightforward. I just keep pushing and pushing to get what I'm after.
The timid man yearns for full value and asks a tenth. The bold man strikes for double value and compromises on par.
You will never be reincarnated. Anyone nicer could not be made.
The battle for freedom and liberty really never is over, and there are really low points in it, but I'm not giving up, and I'm not gonna engage in phony pep talks, either.
I believe in never giving up, no matter what the odds. My mantra is,Failure is temporary. Giving up is permanent.
I was sure we would never see the adoption of the Euro. Countries giving up their currencies for a common tender was, it seemed to me, completely out of tune with currency being a carrier of people's cultural identity, celebrating national heroes and events, as it had been for hundreds of years.
Most canele recipes begin with an instruction to brush $30 copper molds with melted beeswax. Unsurprisingly, I've never made it past the Internet search forused canele moldsbefore giving up.
I felt so out of place at the Miss India pageant. I had just come back from America, and I was told I needed to lose my American accent and learn the Queen's English, so I had to enunciate my vowels and speak well and eloquently. Giving up a New York accent is pretty hard.
I remember some stories had a very big impact on me, likeThe Little Train That Could,which is about the importance of not giving up, andLittle Toot,about a playful tugboat in the New York harbor.
Throne of Glassreaders tend to be passionate, talented, clever, and welcoming - in fact, I'm consistently moved by just how welcomingTOGreaders are to new fans.
Freedom of the press in Britain means freedom to print such of the proprietor's prejudices as the advertisers don't object to.
It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart; the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.
If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light,
And every kind of love makes a glory in the night.
There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest,
But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
I wore a padded bra every single day and night from the age of 14 until I was 31. Giving up padding was my New Year's resolution. I had known for ages that wearing a stuffed bra was a form of hiding my real body.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow-necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.
And 'tis remarkable, that they talk most who have the least to say.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called itChops
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called itAutumn
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called itInnocence: A Question
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called itAbsolutely NothingBecause that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
I ain't giving up on myself, so if you give up on me, I ain't got nothing else to say for you.
When one does nothing, one believes oneself responsible for everything.
Now I'm giving up a little in the week-to-week tournaments but reaping the benefits in the majors.