Lloyd Blankfein Quotes
At the end of the day, it's not a normal condition to have interest rates at zero.
Lloyd Blankfein
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When you play good, everything is good, but when you don't play so good, everything is bad. Even when you think there are good things, they still say bad things.
Yani Tseng
Ever since I took to the streets when I was 17 to protest at great personal risk against the communist dictatorship, I have been a passionate democrat.
Victor Ponta
When you have too much scheme, sometimes it's hard to work on all the things you have to, and you can make effort the top priority of your game.
Dan Quinn
In England especially, I've found that if you bring up King Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson at a dinner party or a social gathering, it's like throwing a Molotov cocktail into the room.
Madonna
Breakfast Club
The mid-day meal is a well-intentioned scheme and has to be implemented effectively.
Pallam Raju
Overhead will eat you alive if not constantly viewed as a parasite to be exterminated. Never mind the bleating of those you employ. Hold out until mutiny is imminent before employing even a single additional member of staff. More startups are wrecked by overstaffing than by any other cause, bar failure to monitor cash flow.
Felix Dennis
When I awoke in the morning, my mother and Julia Hislop were whispering in a corner. They didn't have to tell me why. I already knew that my father was dead. And when the feeling of peace wore off, the surprise at having known intensified my sense of loss and sorrow. Although I was only nine, I could imagine what death meant. I knew he was gone forever.
Lana Turner
What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose.
Karl Marx
There is nothing more I should do to it now, and therefore I am not likely to be more ready to go than at this moment.
Ulysses S. Grant
Mariam: I can't beleive what you are now, if you were a Benz before.
Khaled Hosseini
The worst evil that you can do, psychologically, is to laugh at yourself. That means spitting in your own face.
Ayn Rand
Where is he, the champion and the childOf all that's great or little, wise or wild;Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones;Whose table earth - whose dice were human bones?
Lord Byron
