Robert Greene
Robert Greene
Robert Greenewas an English author popular in his day, and now best known for a posthumous pamphlet attributed to him, Greenes, Groats-worth of Witte, bought with a million of Repentance, widely believed to contain an attack on William Shakespeare. He is said to have been born in Norwich. He attended Cambridge, receiving a BA in 1580, and an M.A. in 1583 before moving to London, where he arguably became the first professional author in England. Greene was prolific and published...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth11 July 1558
In the future, the great division will be between those who have trained themselves to handle these complexities and those who are overwhelmed by them -- those who can acquire skills and discipline their minds and those who are irrevocably distracted by all the media around them and can enver focus enough to learn.
Hip-hop has a feeling element, it's not just about knowing music. It's not like classical music or jazz where you can go on raw energy.
Sadness of any sort is also seductive, particularly if it seems deep-rooted, even spiritual, rather than needy or pathetic—it makes people come to you.
Do not envy those who seem to be naturally gifted; it is often a curse, as such types rarely learn the value of diligence and focus, and they pay for this later in life.
Defeat Them in Detail: The Divide and Conquer Strategy. Look at the parts and determine how to control the individual parts, create dissension and leverage it.
News makes things black and white. Documentary filmmaking should do the opposite.
An ecosystem that has the maximum amount of diversity is the richest.
Be as fluid as water, do not give your enemies anything solid to atack
Never be put off by your target's anger; it is a sure sign of enslavement.
Be Royal in your Own Fashion: Act like a King to be treated
The passive ironic attitude is not cool or romantic, but pathetic and destructive.
Be relentless in your pursuit for expansion.
The problem is that we humans are deep conformists.
Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.