Plato is dear to me, but dearer still is truth.

When we tackle obstacles, we find hidden reserves of courage and resilience we did not know we had. And it is only when we are faced with failure do we realise that these resources were always there within us. We only need to find them and move on with our lives.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.

I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil toh shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.

I came across few whites as a boy at Qunu. The local magistrate, of course, was white, as was the nearest shopkeeper. Occasionally, white travelers or policemen passed through our area. These whites appeared as grand as gods to me, and I was aware that they were to be treated with a mixture of fear and respect.

I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees.

Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been forced to fulfill themselves. 

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

The new has come and now the old retires. And so the past becomes a mountain cell. Where lone apart old hermit memories dwell.

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies. 

The future belongs to science and those who make friends with science.

To my mind the old masters are not at; their value is in their scarcity.