In Business We Cut Each Others' Throats,

I Hate The Opera. I Think I Must Have A Tin Ear. No Matter How Hard I Concentrate It Still Sounds Like A Bunch Of Italian Chefs Screaming Risotto Recipes At Each Other.

We Must Free Ourselves Of The Hope That The Sea Will Ever Rest. We Must Learn To Sail In High Winds.

I Guess The Kid Had Everything But The Luck.

Millions Do Not Always Add Up To What A Man Needs Out Of Life.

It Is During Our Darkest Moments That We Must Focus To See The Light.