#rin

All genius is a conquering of chaos and mystery. ↗

— Otto Weininger

#conquering #genius #mystery

Society prizes a girl for being thin more than anything else she might bring to the table. ↗

— Arabella Weir

#being #bring #else #girl #might

My real fantasy if I was to drop out would be to live in a mobile home and be a hippie and drive around festivals and have millions of children - children with dreadlocks and nose rings - and play the flute. ↗

— Rachel Weisz

#children #drive #drop #fantasy #festivals

I see the Beijing National Stadium as an architectural project. I accepted Herzog and De Meuron's invitation to collaborate on the design, and our proposal won the competition. From beginning to end, I stayed with the project. I am committed to fostering relationships between a city and its architecture. ↗

— Ai Weiwei

#am #architectural #architecture #beginning #beijing

People are always wondering if I am an artist or political activist or politician. Maybe I'll just clearly tell you: Whatever I do is not art. Let's say it is just objects or materials, movies or writing, but not art, OK? ↗

— Ai Weiwei

#always #am #art #artist #clearly

We bring together the best ideas - turning the meetings of our top managers into intellectual orgies. ↗

— Jack Welch

#bring #ideas #intellectual #into #managers

You've got to eat while you dream. You've got to deliver on short-range commitments, while you develop a long-range strategy and vision and implement it. The success of doing both. Walking and chewing gum if you will. Getting it done in the short-range, and delivering a long-range plan, and executing on that. ↗

— Jack Welch

#chewing #chewing gum #commitments #deliver #delivering

The 1980s will seem like a walk in the park when compared to new global challenges, where annual productivity increases of 6% may not be enough. A combination of software, brains, and running harder will be needed to bring that percentage up to 8% or 9%. ↗

— Jack Welch

#brains #bring #challenges #combination #compared

Nobody would take checks from Indians, nobody would give them any credit, and nobody would let them drink in the bars. There was a rudeness, a brusqueness, with which the Indians were treated constantly. At a very young age, that had entered my consciousness. ↗

— James Welch

#any #bars #checks #consciousness #constantly

The title of the poems was The Only Bar in Dixon. We sent it out to The New Yorker on a fluke, and they took them and printed all three in the same issue. ↗

— James Welch

#dixon #fluke #issue #new #new yorker