Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau. -- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, 1929.

Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau. -- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, 1929.

Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.

Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.

Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.

Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.

To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our read more

To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him, Lupe.

The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible. read more

The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible. -- A Yale University management professor in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. (Smith went on to found Federal Express Corp.).

One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever read more

One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever been before.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.

I shall look forward to a pleasant time.

I shall look forward to a pleasant time.

The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.

The opera isn't over till the fat lady sings. - "The Washington Post", June 13, 1978.