Henry Ford's Own Story ; how a Farmer Boy Rose to the Power that Goes with Many Millions, Yet Never Lost Touch with Humanity, as Told to Rose Wilder Lane

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Page 184 - I know this. If my life has taught me anything at all, it has taught me that. I will spend every ounce of energy I have, every hour of my life, in the effort to prove it to other people. Only so far as we all believe it, only so far as we all use our strength and our abilities, not to hurt, but to help other people, will we help ourselves.
Page i - How a farmer boy rose to the power that goes with many millions yet never lost touch with humanity," gives the keynote of the book.
Page 23 - I never have known what to do with money after my expenses were paid — can't squander it on myself without hurting myself, and nobody wants to do that. Money is the most useless thing in the world anyhow.
Page 128 - The only trouble is that people make a distinction between practical things and spiritual qualities. I tell you, loyalty, and friendliness, and helping the other man along are the only really valuable things in this world, and they bring all the 'practical' advantages along with them every time. If every one of us had the courage to believe that, and act on it, war and waste and misery of all kinds would be wiped out over night.
Page vi - I can't spend it on myself. Money has no value, anyway. It is merely a transmitter, like electricity. I try to keep it moving as fast as I can, for the best interests of everybody concerned.
Page 23 - Giving is a more serious matter, and when you have a billion, you can give a good deal without feeling it. Ford's generosity in individual cases, where his feelings are touched, is indisputable. But it has been noted that he does not embark on any such immensely extensive philanthropies as the Carnegie...
Page 118 - Well, this chariot may kill me, but they'll say afterward that I was going some when the car went over the bank." Ford cranked the engine, and the race was on. Oldfield, his long hair snapping in the wind, shot from the midst of the astounded field like a bullet. He did not dare look around ; he merely clung to the tiller and gave that car all the power it had. At the end of the first half mile he was far in the lead and gaining fast. The crowd, astounded...
Page 69 - You see, I never did bother much about money," he says. "My wages were enough for food and shelter, and that was all I wanted. / Money matters always seemed to sort of take care ' of themselves, some way. It's always that way. If a man is working at something he likes, he's bound to work hard at it, and then the money comes. Worrying about money is about the worst thing a man can do — it takes his mind off his work.
Page 7 - ... any Ford factory on Sunday. But I do not find that God or the future are of much more import to Henry Ford than to Theodore Roosevelt or Nikolai Lenin. Do your work here, and let these ulterior matters take care of themselves: "Religion, like everything else, is a thing that should be kept working. I see no use in spending a great deal of time learning about heaven and hell.
Page 89 - Then, in the first Ford automobile, he rode away from the old shed. "When he felt the machine moving under him he tightened his grasp on the steering lever. Suddenly the light of the lantern showed him a dozen things he had never noticed in the yard before. The clothes-pole loomed menacingly before him, a pile of flower pots seemed to grow out of all proportion to its ordinary size. "The machinery wobbled unsteadily, while he desperately struggled to drive it in a straight line.

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