Socialism Will Be Here The Day We

Several Weeks Of Summer Vacation In The Thirties I Spent Working At $15 A Week In The Forbes Office.... I Worked In The Mail Cage, Where Envelopes Were Slit And Subscription Payments Extracted. Dad Used To Come Pounding Down The Office Aisle And Pause Long Enough To Ask, How Much Today? Inevitably The Answer Was Inadequate-except Once. That Day The Controller Said Excitedly, Mr. Forbes, The Ledger Shows A Slight Profit This Month! ... My Father Turned To Him And Said, Young Man, I Don't Give A Damn What Your Books Show. Do We Have Any Money In The Bank?

When Looking Back, Usually I'm More Sorry For The Things I Didn't Do Than For The Things I Shouldn't Have Done.

Age Isn't Important Until You Run Out Of It.

If You Have A Job Without Aggravations, You Don't Have A Job.

You're Fortunate When You Can Afford To Be Virtuous.