Monday, April 25, 2005

Timeless ruminations

Without resort to Google, have a guess who said this and how long ago these words where uttered:
    One's sense of honor is the only thing that does not grow old, and the last pleasure, when one is worn out with age, is not, as the poet said, making money, but having the respect of one's fellow men.

A retiring Bluechip CEO? A Junk Bond Salesman? A Prime Minister writing his/her memoirs? A filthy rich beneficiary of the tech bubble?

Answer here.

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