Policy-making, decision-taking, and control: These are the three functions of management that have intellectual content.

The purpose of a system is what it does. There is after all, no point in claiming that the purpose of a system is to do what it constantly fails to do.

It is terribly important to appreciate that some things remain obscure to the bitter end.

Too close a view may interfere with one's grasp of an overall problem or concept.

Instead of trying to specify a system in full detail, specify it only somewhat. You can then ride on the dynamics of the system in the direction you want to go.

If cybernetics is the science of control, management is the profession of control.

Management problems are not respecters of the company organization, nor of the talents of the people appointed to solve them.

It is the concept of likelihood that a real understanding of probability resides, and we must learn how to measure it.

A slowly moving queue does not move uniformly. Rather, waves of motion pass down the queue. The frequency and amplitude of these waves is inversely related to the speed at which the queue is served.

The system of transportation is not coherent; it is not treated as integral. Roads compete with with railroads and airlines in chaotic fashion, and at immense cost to the nation.

The strategies that managers employ are at least as important as the facilities at their disposal.

Someday war and poverty will be crazy and we will wonder how the world allowed such things to exist.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

When I look in the mirror, I see me.Who do you see?

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

I went to Philippines and I literally had the time of my life.

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Can't make chicken salad out of chicken noodle

A lie never lives to be old.