Many employees, wives, spiritual teachers, etc.
have an empty feeling
at the end of the day.
There is no greater feeling
than filling this emptiness before lunchtime—
it’s better than a hamburger and fries.
I do it with writing
but I suspect
that it could be done
with damn near anything.
That is the great mystery: status, fame, drugs, religion
don’t always work.
I like to play golf, to even myself out.
While finishing my Doctorate Degree, I told my boss that I wanted to be a great golfer and a writer.
She didn’t understand me—to her, these were only hobbies, to kill time.
It’s easy, to become too serious, and not to cultivate luck.
The luckiest man in the world has everything that he needs—
and by not being dependent, he is the master.
Bosses want control over others, which is a kind of slavery—
they always have a boss,
they resent anyone who avoids this trap.