Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job.
Perhaps the sketch of a work is so pleasing because everyone can finish it as he chooses.
I had applied for a job in 1948 and was called for a personal interview. However I failed to get selected. Many years later, I succeeded in finding out why I had been rejected. The remarks written by the selectors on my application were: "This woman is headstrong, obstinate and dangerously self-opinionated!"
The people who make art their business are mostly imposters.
Every once in a while a revolutionary product comes along that changes everything. It's very fortunate if you can work on just one of these in your career, Apple's been very fortunate in that it's introduced a few of these.
No one ever worked for me. Nor did I ever work for anybody. We worked together.
I've worked and fought my way through since I was twelve, and I know business.
I thought I should be a fool to allow work to interfere with a delight in the passing moment that I might never enjoy again so fully.
Thank goodness, many years ago, I had a preceptor, for whom my admiration has never died, and he had a favorite saying, one that I trust I try to live by. It was: always take your job seriously, never yourself.
We know that an unskilled labourer or a cook cannot immediately get on with the job of state administration.