Most of the good executives do pretty well. Because to be a good executive you have to be strong and you have to have a simple attribute that people have forgotten about - courage.

A nation which has forgotten the quality of courage which in the past has been brought to public life is not as likely to insist upon or regard that quality in its chosen leaders today - and in fact we have forgotten.

Well I do think when there are more women that the tone of the conversation changes and also the goals of the conversation change. But it doesn't mean that the whole world would be a lot better if it were totally run by women. If you think that you've forgotten high school.

I once bought an old car back after I sold it because I missed it so much and I had forgotten that it never ran. It was a British racing car. You know because I just wanted it back. I could only remember what was good about it.

The forgotten man... He works he votes generally he prays but his chief business in life is to pay.

American business has just forgotten the importance of selling.

The things we remember best are those better forgotten.

What the mass media offers is not popular art but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food forgotten and replaced by a new dish.

Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten and the more a picture has to give the greater it is.

Revived in this country the long forgotten beauties of Gothic architecture.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

If you have only 95 minutes of material make an only 95-minute movie. Amazing how often that's forgotten.

France and the whole of Europe have a great culture and an amazing history. Most important thing though is that people there know how to live! In America they've forgotten all about it. I'm afraid that the American culture is a disaster.

And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

We live in an age where the artist is forgotten. He is a researcher. I see myself that way.