The great secret of good management is to be more alert to prevent a man’s going wrong than eager to punish him for it.

Books are all right, but dead men’s brains are no good unless you mix a live one’s with them.

I remember reading once that some fellows use language to conceal thought; but it’s been my experience that a good many more use it instead of thought.

What you know is a club for yourself, and what you don’t know is a meat-ax for the other fellow.

The more I deal in it, the surer I am that human nature is all of the same critter, but that there’s a heap of choice in the cuts.

Every fellow is really two men – what he is and what he might be; and you’re never absolutely sure which you’re going to bury till he’s dead.

When you make a mistake, don’t make a second one – keeping it to yourself. Own up. The time to sort out rotten eggs is at the nest. The deeper you hide them in the case the longer they stay in circulation, and the worse impression they make when they finally come to the breakfast table.

A business man’s conversation should be regulated by fewer and simpler rules than any other function of the human animal. They are: Have something to say. Say it. Stop talking.

Some men are like oak leaves – they don’t know when they’re dead, but still hang right on; and there are others who let go before anything has really touched them.

Those who succeed can’t forgive a fellow for being a failure, and those who fail can’t forgive him for being a success.