Gentlemen, let's go row!
Like every living thing its prime characteristic is a blind, unreasoned instinct to survive.
When you're rich, you don't have friends; you just have endless acquaintances.
The extremely tiny fraction who think regularly, accurately, creatively, and without self-delusion - in the long run, these are the only people who count.
A zest for living must include a willingness to die.
Stupidity is the only natural capital offense.