Spirtual does not mean divorced from the physical, earthly realm. The Earth is one of the most divine forms in all creation.
Who wants a stylus. You have to get em and put em away, and you lose em. Yuck. Nobody wants a stylus.
If you are working on something exciting that you really care about, you don't have to be pushed. The vision pulls you.
You cannot mandate productivity, you must provide the tools to let people become their best.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. . . . I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. . . . It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me.
I mean, some people say, 'Oh, God, if [Jobs] got run over by a bus, Apple would be in trouble. ' And, you know, I think it wouldn't be a party, but there are really capable people at Apple. My job is to make the whole executive team good enough to be successors, so that's what I try to do.
Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.
Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.
How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do, and of all they are willing to endure.
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.
The gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about. ” Mallarmé repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; “tout aboutit en un livre,” everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmé speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different.