An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.
Yeah, like, when I look back on my life, I just remember back what happened in '74, or something. It seems like only the real good stuff comes to mind. I don't think of all the tragedies and all the funerals. That just doesn't come to mind at all. I guess I'm really blessed that way.
Rockefeller once explained the secret of success. 'Get up early, work late - and strike oil.'

