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?

. . . the most difficult thing asked by our young is not our earnings but our ears.

Retirement kills more people than hard work ever did.

Those who enjoy responsibility usually get it; those who merely like exercising authority usually lose it.

Money isn't everything as long as you have enough.

Isn't it fortunate how selective our recollections usually are.

Those who talk loudly are rarely listened to.