Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
Geniuses are like thunderstorms. They go against the wind, terrify people, cleanse the air.
My mother, who hates thunderstorms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there....
Since I was man,Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunderSuch groans of roaring wind and rain, I neverRemember to have heard.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. What a thick black cloud that is! she said.And how fast it comes! Why I do believe it's got wings!
They're either going to fire you or they're not.
They can only fire you. That's all they can do. They can't take your thumbs.
Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.