I like to be stressed. It’s my competitive advantage.
I like the moment when I break a man’s ego.
You never give anyone your playbook no matter how much you’re rooting for them to win.
Today’s competitiveness, so much imposed from without, is exhausting, not exhilarating; is unending – a part of one’s social life, one’s solitude, one’s sleep, one’s sleeplessness.
Don’t knock your competitors. By boosting others you will boost yourself. A little competition is a good thing and severe competition is a blessing. Thank God for competition.
Without the spur of competition we’d loaf out our life.
A man comes to measure his greatness by the regrets, envies and hatreds of his competitors.
We find the instinct to shut out competition deep-rooted even among banks and corporations, among corner grocers and haberdasheries, among peanut vendors and shoeshine boys – and even among young ladies in search of a husband.
You can worry about the competition or you can focus on what’s ahead of you and drive fast.
I think life is sort of like a competition, whether it’s in sports, or it’s achieving in school, or it’s achieving good relationships with people. And competition is a little bit of what it’s all about.