Tom Watson Quotes

An employee made a mistake that cost the company $10 million, he walked into the office of Tom Watson, the C.E.O., expecting to get fired. “Fire you?” Mr. Watson asked. “I just spent $10 million educating you.

A while back, I came across a line attributed to IBM founder Thomas Watson. If you want to achieve excellence, he said, you can get there today. As of this second, quit doing less-than-excellent work.

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Tom Watson, a prominent Populist leader, in a speech advocating a union between black and white farmers: “You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism that enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both.

Mutt, Poo-Poo, and Karen

A golfer can’t force results to happen. He can only do everything possible to give those results a chance to happen. As Tom Watson once put it, to become a really good golfer, you have to learn how to wait. But you have to learn to wait with confidence.

Southerner Tom Watson, a populist Jeffersonian from Georgia, faced potential prosecution under the law because his newspaper often opposed Wilson’s war aims and policies. Several movie directors were arrested or fined, one because his film on the American War for Independence cast the British in a negative light.

When it comes to golf, Scottish people are famously reserved, undemonstrative, difficult to impress. Golf is like church in Scotland, church like golf.

How would you define the word ‘populist’? I think that a populist might claim to unify the will of the people by insulting established politicians who have become increasingly corrupt. Quote Dial M for Murdoch by Tom Watson, Martin Hickman Rupert Murdoch was not running a normal business, but a shadow state … it is still there and Rupert Murdoch is still in charge.

I don’t want to see Bev get hurt. Not after all those years of shoveling Roger’s shit, and um…this is awkward. I’m just wondering—” “I’m keeping her,” Tom finally said with exasperation. John choked on his beer. “You’re keeping her?” “That’s what I said.” “Does she know you’re keeping her?” “Nope. Not yet. Keep it under your hat.” “No problem. Good luck.” “I don’t need any goddamned luck. I got daisies.

As described by Tom Watson, a prominent Populist leader, in a speech advocating a union between black and white farmers: “You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism that enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both.

As described by Tom Watson, a prominent Populist leader, in a speech advocating a union between black and white farmers: “You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism that enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both.”24

What…are you doing?” She barely got the words out. “Kissing you.” Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin. He worked his lips over hers until she responded. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he kept at it. Biting, sucking and finally spearing her mouth with his tongue. This was a wet motherfucking kiss.

Georgia Populist Tom Watson was the party’s most vocal advocate of black-white cooperation in facing their common economic problems. Time and again, he pointed out “the accident of color can make no difference in the interests of farmers, croppers, and laborers.”105 Watson often spoke to mixed groups of black and white farmers, always hammering home the message of their shared plight. In 1892 Watson told an audience: “You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism which enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both.

​​​CHAPTER I.​​ Civilizing Huck.—Miss Watson.—Tom Sawyer Waits. YOU don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.  That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.  There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.  That is nothing.  I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary.  Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. Now

I once heard a story about Tom Watson, the founder of IBM. Asked to what he attributed the phenomenal success of IBM, he is said to have answered: IBM is what it is today for three special reasons. The first reason is that, at the very beginning, I had a very clear picture of what the company would look like when it was finally done. You might say I had a model in my mind of what it would look like when the dream—my vision—was in place. The second reason was that once I had that picture, I then asked myself how a company which looked like that would have to act. I then created a picture of how IBM would act when it was finally done. The third reason IBM has been so successful was that once I had a picture of how IBM would look when the dream was in place and how such a company would have to act, I then realized that, unless we began to act that way from the very beginning, we would never get there. In other words, I realized that for IBM to become a great company it would have to act like a great company long before it ever became one. From the very outset, IBM was fashioned after the template of my vision. And each and every day we attempted to model the company after that template. At the end of each day, we asked ourselves how well we did, discovered the disparity between where we were and where we had committed ourselves to be, and, at the start of the following day, set out to make up for the difference. Every day at IBM was a day devoted to business development, not doing business. We didn’t do business at IBM, we built one Now,

Jobs later explained, “We discussed whether it was correct before we ran it. It’s grammatical, if you think about what we’re trying to say. It’s not think the same, it’s think different. Think a little different, think a lot different, think different. ‘Think differently’ wouldn’t hit the meaning for me.” In order to evoke the spirit of Dead Poets Society, Clow and Jobs wanted to get Robin Williams to read the narration. His agent said that Williams didn’t do ads, so Jobs tried to call him directly. He got through to Williams’s wife, who would not let him talk to the actor because she knew how persuasive he could be. They also considered Maya Angelou and Tom Hanks. At a fund-raising dinner featuring Bill Clinton that fall, Jobs pulled the president aside and asked him to telephone Hanks to talk him into it, but the president pocket-vetoed the request. They ended up with Richard Dreyfuss, who was a dedicated Apple fan. In addition to the television commercials, they created one of the most memorable print campaigns in history. Each ad featured a black-and-white portrait of an iconic historical figure with just the Apple logo and the words “Think Different” in the corner. Making it particularly engaging was that the faces were not captioned. Some of them—Einstein, Gandhi, Lennon, Dylan, Picasso, Edison, Chaplin, King—were easy to identify. But others caused people to pause, puzzle, and maybe ask a friend to put a name to the face: Martha Graham, Ansel Adams, Richard Feynman, Maria Callas, Frank Lloyd Wright, James Watson, Amelia Earhart. Most were Jobs’s personal heroes. They tended to be creative people who had taken risks, defied failure, and bet their career on doing things in a different way.

Like all terrible golfers, Dr. Remond Courtney believed that nothing was too extravagant for his game. He wore Arnold Palmer sweaters and Tom Watson spikes, and carried a full set of Jack Nicklaus MacGregors, including a six-wood that the Golden Bear himself couldn’t hit if his life depended on it.

Tom Watson, though, held his team and himself to a different standard. As he explained to his men in 1930 at the outset of the Depression, “No man deserves any special credit for being an average man. It is the men who are striving to be above the average who are the men who build business—they are the men who build nations.” This belief applied to every person, including himself as the person holding the title of the CEO, because a policy was “a policy for the entire organization; not for just one man.” The average, in his eyes, was “the average” because the “above average” carried the rest. He was determined to be one of the great CEOs who would carry the rest.

Ultimately, the Populists caved to the pressure and abandoned their former allies. “While the [Populist] movement was at the peak of zeal,” Woodward observed, “the two races had surprised each other and astonished their opponents by the harmony they achieved and the good will with which they co-operated.”27 But when it became clear that the conservatives would stop at nothing to decimate their alliance, the biracial partnership dissolved, and Populist leaders re-aligned themselves with conservatives. Even Tom Watson, who had been among the most forceful advocates for an interracial alliance of farmers, concluded that Populist principles could never be fully embraced by the South until blacks were eliminated from politics.

Sports science research has revealed that although moderate exercise naturally optimises immune function and should be actively encouraged, overdoing it – especially without adequate nutrition, sleep and recovery – has the opposite effect, particularly for respiratory infections.

Stick Dog

How much does a helicopter cost anyway?” “A dollar?” answered Stripes. “Two dollars?

Watson recorded that he “could unmistakably hear the tones of [Bell’s] voice and almost catch a word now and then.

Mr. Watson—Come here” joined “What hath God wrought” in immortality

the commitment to equality professed by many white Populists truly sincere. Some of them turned out to be just as committed to white supremacy as were the Southern Democrats they meant to defy. Many others thought racism and segregation were grounded in science.32 And later on, once Populism had begun to weaken, the same Tom Watson who wrote such admirable words in 1892 reemerged as one of the nation’s most notorious racists, producing (according to the historian Woodward) a stream of “tirades against his onetime allies of the Negro race that were matchless in their malevolence.

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ducked behind some bushes to watch the witches at their next stop. It was an older house, with a large metal gate that allowed entrance onto the small front porch. The witches pushed the gate open, took a few steps, and then climbed three stairs to stand before the door.

While he’s driving, we start dancing.

BAM!—I run right into it headfirst. But you know, that doesn’t bother me too much.” “You

envisioning System/360 was one thing. Making it a reality required the equivalent of a man-on-the-moon program. It cost nearly as much. Tom Watson’s memoir noted that the investment required—$5 billion (that’s 1960s dollars!)—was larger than what the Manhattan Project cost.

Poo-Poo’s eyes flashed open. “Froot Loops!” cried Poo-Poo. “That’s what that blue puddle tastes

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Try this brown puddle,

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I think …” Tom began without looking up from his stew, “we all find ourselves in circumstances we wouldn’t choose at times. But still we have a choice.” He looked up and smiled. “What we make of them. We can choose courage. Responsibility. Truth.” He clacked the spoon against the pot and sat down on a log. “I chose cowardice. Now others are paying the price.

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Karen

I’m no genius, but I’m smart in spots, and I stay around those spots.

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nineteenth-century Populist Party leader Tom Watson as he spoke to his white and black followers: “The accident of color can make no difference in the interest of farmers, croppers, and laborers … You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings.”3

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But visualization is one thing. Being brutally honest means expecting bad shots. Because the reality is you will hit a lot of bad shots. The secret is to move on from those bad shots, and the way to do that is to be ready for them.

They stared for a few minutes without saying anything as the three small humans darted in and out of the spraying water. Safely concealed behind the woodpile, the dogs gathered around Stick Dog after this brief period of observation. “Okay, what are we looking at here?” he asked. Karen spoke first. “It’s raining up from the ground,” she said confidently and without hesitation. She motioned with her paws to demonstrate how the water rose up from the ground. “I believe somehow a small storm cloud has crashed into the earth in that yard. During the crash, it flipped over and is now raining up instead of down.

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A sensitive spirit wounded by those who should have nurtured, sees all things in a false color, is proud of its own isolation, magnifies its defects, is unfitted for the intercourse of the world and as far as the necessities will allow retires within itself and imagines that all others are more fortunate, more deserving and more happy.

Perhaps it was because his hair was a shade too dark that his schoolmates did not call him “Red,” and perhaps it was because of something else. At least four of his schoolmates, now living, agree that he possessed an unusually quick temper and a disposition to attack with waspish fury on small provocation

A sword may be surrendered with more grace and dignity than a point of view.

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Watson knew that the lien system merely provided the shackles of the farmer’s economic slavery. It was only the machinery of exploitation. How was it that cotton had fallen from a dollar a pound at the close of the War to an average of twenty cents in the ‘seventies, nine cents in the ‘eighties, and seven cents in the ‘nineties—a level below the cost of production—and had stayed there?

the railroad owners, who evaded taxes, bought legislatures, and overcharged him with discriminatory rates;

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religion is a method of self-governance which allows a culture or civilization to invoke its own order by divine mandate.

Perhaps more than any other sport, golf focuses pressure on the player. There are no time constraints, as there are in other sports. Your competitors are not allowed to hinder you, as they are in other sports. The pressure originates in yourself; it builds from doubts. A two-foot putt on the practice green doesn’t spark many doubts. A two-foot putt to win a bet or a tournament or a Masters is another thing entirely.

Golfers, even the best golfers, tend to think simple thoughts. It is a misconception many of us have about successful people, in all fields, from the best writers to surgeons to physicists, that they are lost in complications, pondering thoughts that would stagger our minds. At times, that’s probably true, but much of what successful people think about is relentlessly simple, building blocks that lead to the complex things.

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The benefits of exercise are unbelievable, but if you have to exercise to keep your weight down, your diet is wrong.

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Cereal Killers

I tend to get distracted and sometimes go off on little side stories now and then. Or I might, for instance, stop and provide some small bit of wisdom or make a little comment. It’s just who I am. I can’t help it. You’ll need to bear with me through some of that. Okay?

I’m sorry,” she said to Goose. “All the excitement has me a bit flustered. Did you say you have my jewelry and Edith’s collars?” Goose nodded. “Would you like to come over and get them?” “I’d like that,” said Tiffany. Stick Cat purred to get Goose’s attention. “Oh,” he said. “And can you bring Edith?” “Of course,” Tiffany said. “Wouldn’t it be nice if they became friends?

The burglar took two quick, long strides to Edith’s side of the bed and reached for a collar. “What’s he doing?!” a wide-eyed Edith asked Stick Cat in an angry whisper. She breathed fast, her shoulders were hunched a bit, and the fur on her back was up. “He’s stealing, Edith.” “My collars?! My daily collars?! My beautiful, colorful collars?!” “Yes.” “He’s stealing from me?!” “Yes.” “A cat?!” “That’s right.” “But I’m a good kitty.” “I know you are.” “I’m a great kitty!” “I know.” “I’m a fabulous, beautiful, and totally modest kitty!” “Mm-hmm.” “And Tuna Todd is stealing from me?” “I’m afraid so.” It took several seconds for Edith to consider and digest this information. As she did, the man began to pick her collars off the pegs one by one. He reached for the first one—Monday’s collar—with his greedy, grabby left hand. “Stick Cat,” Edith said, and looked him right in the eyes. “Yes?” “I don’t like Tuna Todd anymore.” Stick Cat used all his effort to suppress a smile. He knew this was a scary situation, but at this exact moment he was amused that it took something being stolen from Edith herself for her to finally understand the situation. “I’m sorry about your collars,” Stick Cat said. “And I’m sorry Tuna Todd didn’t turn out to be as nice as you thought.” “We should have figured it out earlier,” hissed Edith. “Umm,” Stick Cat said, and stopped. It seemed like he was contemplating the right words to use. “You’re right. If only I had been clever enough to figure out what he was doing.” “Don’t blame yourself, Stick Cat,” Edith said. “Thankfully, you have me here to help.

I know how to stop him,” Edith said quickly. “We have to call that emergency number on the telephone!” “You mean 9-1-1?” “That’s it!” Edith exclaimed. She was happy Stick Cat understood. “Quick! What’s the number for 9-1-1?!” “Umm,” said Stick Cat. “What do you mean, ‘What’s the number for 9-1-1?’?” “That’s the emergency number we have to call!” “Yeah, I know.” “What’s the number?” Edith repeated. She was growing more and more exasperated. “What do we dial on the phone?” “It’s, you know, 9-1-1,” Stick Cat answered. He couldn’t quite comprehend what Edith didn’t understand. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m pretty sure the number for 9-1-1 is 9-1-1,” Stick Cat said. “But we can’t use a telephone anyway.” “Of course we can,” Edith said quickly. She seemed totally frustrated. “I’ve seen Tiffany use the telephone dozens of times. You pick up the whatchamacallit and press some buttons on the thingamajig and talk into the who-zee-whats-it.” “But the human on the other end won’t be able to understand us,” Stick Cat explained. This was obvious to him but apparently not yet to Edith. “It won’t work.” In a few seconds, it did dawn on Edith. “Well, of course, it won’t. I knew that.

This is going to be fun.

Poo-Poo.

and it SLOWLY DRIVES YOU CRAZY until you’d do just about anything, INCLUDING STICKING A VACCUUM CLEANER’S SUCKING TUBE THINGY IN YOUR MOUTH, just to get it out!

Without 'ideas,' the material creations we regard so highly could not have been conceived or produced. … Without 'high ideals' we cannot derive from the marvels of our modern creative and productive genius the greatest good for the greatest number of people. Tom Watson Sr., “Production,” June 1947