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There was a point in the late '90s where all the graduating M.B.A.'s wanted to start companies in Silicon Valley, and for the most part they were not actually qualified to do it.

Swallowing, he entered the second code. Then there was a sound like a marble dropping on the floor - bouncing slowly, gradually getting faster as it dropped lower and lower_ The thing was toying with him! Where was it? He strained his hearing, but all was again silent. He wanted to shout and scream obscenities at it, but he fought the impulse. It might not really know his location after all - and that would've led it right to him. It must be coming for him! It must be by the door by now, looking for a way in. Time was running out. He hastily keyed in the third and last code.Death the destroyer never is late!

It's not that I'm ahead of my time, it's more that the world is running late

There is always time, it is never too late....When you die and you haven't done it, then it's too late!

You're late.""Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

No knowledge comes to you late. It comes just at the time when you are ready for it.

When it's right it's never too late, when it's wrong it's always too soon

If in fact it__ not too late to realize that something__ __oo late_, then there__ a good chance that it__ not.

The moon seemed to veil herself before the bold looks of Satan. The night was cold. All the doors were closed, all the windows darkened. and the streets deserted. From their appearance, one would have imagined that, for a long time past no foot had traversed those silent streets. Everything around us bore a death-like aspect. It seemed as if, when day came, no one would open their doors; that no head, of woman or of child, would look out of those dark, dull windows; that no step would break the silence which fell, like a pall, upon all around. I seemed to be walking in a city which had been buried some ages. In truth, the town seemed to have been depopulated, and the cemetery to have grown full.Still we went forward, without hearing a murmur, or meeting even with a shadow. The street stretched for a long way across this fearful city of silence and repose. At last we reached my house.'You remember it?' said the fiend.'Yes,' replied I, sullenly, 'let us enter.' 'First,' said he, 'we must open the door. It is I, by the way, who invented the science of opening doors without breaking them in. In fact, I have a second key to all doors and gates - with one exception - that of Paradise!

Why we don__ feel sorry for killing thousands of mosquitoes every day? Are they useless or too many? We humans must realize it before it is too late.

Too late... everything's always too late.

Those who take responsibility for their actions are the real winners in life. Winners meet life challenges and head on, knowing there are no gurantees, and give it all they've got, and never think it's too late, or too early to begin.

Everything comes at the right time, but if the right time is too late to be patient, go earlier before it becomes too late.

If you go too fast you might not notice everything. On the other hand, you don't want to be late.

A delayed game is eventually good, a bad game is bad forever.

I find it very sad that by the time corporate science realizes the value of nature, that it may be too late

If you want to know the value of a minute ask the person who came to the train station or airport a minute late.

It is never too late to show true character.