Economists' unanimity that bad business is ahead is the most reassuring news possible. It's very unlikely that this will be the one time they're right.
For corporations to be bedfellows with the arts is good business for both. The architecture that houses a company is a more visible statement than the president's in the annual report. Ditto interiors, particularly of offices and sometimes, dramatically, in plants. For solvent businesses, support of community cultural undertakings in music, drama, dance creates great goodwill. Also, the existence of such activities is often important to the executives and their families that companies want to keep or attract to keep.
Hopeless cases: Executives who assert themselves by saying No when they should say Yes.
If you're looking for perfection, look in the mirror. If you find it there, expect it elsewhere.
Speculator: One who bought stocks that went down.
It is never too late to learn.
As you get older there shouldn't be anything you won't try. The payoff is that you open up whole new avenues that are fun. It's a misinterpretation of life to live it only in preparation for the next one. To subordinate the one you've got to an indefinite next round is foolish. It's a waste of this life not to live this life. What's next is anybody's guess.
If you don't know what you want to do, it's harder to do it.
When you catch what you're after, it's gone.
A hug's a happy thing while a shrug's so often destructive.
Trying to impress others does - usually in quite the opposite way.
It's more fun to arrive a conclusion than to justify it.
Wars almost never end the way starters had in mind.
What advertising dum-dum signed up Ilie Nastase to sell a resort?! Who'd want to go where he's at?
I don't waste too much time philosophizing about wealth, I just recommend it to everyone.
Anyone who says businessmen deal in facts, not fiction, has never read old five-year projections.
If you do not know what you're doing stacked on his desk, a dozen colleagues Initially sticks with a large number of papers and pass them. In case of doubt, the way in.
The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.
Experts kill me. Economic experts, that is. Corporations, foundations, publications and governments pay them by the bucketful, and they fill buckets with forecasts that change more frequently than white-collar, workers do shirts. What Lies Ahead is the usual title. What Lies would often be more appropriate. If women's hemlines changed as rapidly as an economist's forecasts, the fashion people and the textile industry would be more profitable than any other. In fact, if all the country's economists were laid end to end, they still wouldn't reach a conclusion.
What about the poor salesman who is calling into the office from the corner saloon instead of the home sickbed he claims he is in?
I hope a start at getting some oil out of the enormous Alaska field isn't indefinitely mired in a bureaucratic morass as a result of our national concern for the ecology. This concern must not be so misguided, misdirected, misused that it serves to stop economic growth, to bankrupt companies, to stifle new development, new jobs, new horizons. In fighting new pollution and stemming present pollution, exciting, sometimes costly means and methods exist and others will evolve. But blanket legislative naysaying to expanding power and energy sources is stupid, self-defeating.
How in heck are they handling their surplus population in Hell these days? Maybe by the time you and I are in the queue there won't be room for us.
If the shoe fits you're lucky.
Give naught, get same. Give much, get same.
Any marriage that survives a big wedding can probably survive.
