Quote by Steve Jobs

Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren't used to an environment where excellence is expected.

Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren't used to an env

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This quote encourages individuals to set a standard for high quality in all aspects of their work or their lives. It implies that not everyone is accustomed to being in an environment that demands excellence. By being a "yardstick of quality," one can inspire and challenge those around them to strive for greatness and exceed the ordinary. It emphasizes the importance of fostering an atmosphere that promotes excellence as a norm rather than an exception.

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