To sum up: it's time to rewrite the maxim that practice makes perfect. The truth is, practice makes myelin, and myelin makes perfect.

Baby steps are the royal road to skill.

There is no substitute for attentive repetition.

You have to be willing to stop and fix. Deep practice requires a willingness to do what many of us find uncomfortable: to admit to our errors, and focus on them.

Although talent feels and looks predestined, in fact we have a good deal of control over what skills we develop, and we have more potential than we might ever presume to guess.

Failure is not a verdict; making mistakes is the price of the ticket.

Skills are really just circuits in your brain

Practice makes myelin, and myelin makes perfect.

The solution is to ignore the bad habit and put your energy toward building a new habit that will override the old one.

The staggering babies embody the deepest truth about deep practice: to get good, it's helpful to be willing, or even enthusiastic, about being bad. Baby steps are the royal road to skill.

Skill is a cellular insulation that wraps neural circuits and that grows in response to certain signals.

The good and the beautiful is not forgotten

Regrets of the past can be turned into seeds to grow a more positive future or unlearned, doomed to repeat the same.

Live for something rather than die for nothing.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table than when his wife talks Greek.

I'd like to be rich. I'd like a lot of money to put into my physicals and to buy food for all my friends.

But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat.

Most of the problems a President has to face have their roots in the past.

I've... learned that it's a hell of a lot easier to just build something than to try to convince somebody who doesn't believe it's possible.

Thank God I don't live in Los Angeles. I think if you're there the whole time it just gets out of proportion and you lose touch completely with reality.

I prithee gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passions, sway In this uncivil and unjust extent Against thy peace.