And Hortensio falls asleep happily and starts snoring, although nobody could hear him snoring, because nobody can hear the noises that snails make, all around the world.

Hortensio finishes reading the letter and puts it back into his shell. Then he makes himself even more comfortable on his leaves, looking at the starry sky, at how clear it was, as he could see it through the window of the room, and felt proud and happy. I mean, after all, how many can say that they have colored the world with their own colors?

Leaders fight for freedom of action. Managers struggle to understand the rules and staying in their parameters.

Accept that you’ll never please everyone and you’re on your way to pleasing the right ones.

When you associate pleasure and pain, at the same time, to a certain purpose in your mind, you sabotage yourself; you'll be two steps forward and one back.

The leader goes also to the less traditional networking meetings. The manager participates in networking events organized and promoted.

Second letter from Mom:So! What if you colored the world? This still does not seem a great thing. In fact it seems very natural that you eventually got to paint the entire world. Those colors of yours were always strange; they didn’t go away since you were born.

A leader would think that most people overestimate what they can do in a year and underestimate what they can do in ten years.