Tim Cook

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought; for causes which are unpenetrated.

If it be an evil to judge rashly or untruly any single man, how much a greater sin it is to condemn a whole people.

Here’s the thing: the world is not going to issue you an engraved invitation to this life.

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.

The people are to be taken in small doses.

People ignore the thing they have the most power over. I know so many people who will go to a protest and do something big on an issue. But they won’t deal with that issue in their home.

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.

Well I am certainly wiser than this man. It is only too likely that neither of us has any knowledge to boast of; but he thinks that he knows something which he does not know, whereas I am quite conscious of my ignorance. At any rate it seems that I am wiser than he is to this small extent, that I do not think that I know what I do not know.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.

Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.

I was brought up to hate and fear liberty. I came to love it. That is the secret of my whole career.

Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.