I don't know if you ever really feel like you've made it.

Man, alone, has the power to transform his thoughts into physical reality; man, alone, can dream and make his dreams come true.

The math is dead simple: it seems that the frequency of planets able to support life is roughly one percent. In other words, a billion or more such worlds exist in our galaxy alone. That's a lot of acreage, and it takes industrial-strength credulity to believe it's all bleakly barren.

People love our products. They love using our services. All of this, to me, equals great opportunity.

Those who occupy their minds with small matters, generally become incapable of greatness.