No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

I guess it's bittersweet that I see him leave. You hate to lose a good man, but you know when you have good people they're going to move on. We'll probably get together in the next couple of days to see what his timetable is. But, obviously, we'll post the position and take a look and see who's out there, but I don't have a timetable right now. It's a little too early.

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, / The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

We think that by mid-January we will normalize the operations of PDVSA,

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.

Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.