If I have a daughter and she grows up to be an astronaut, she's gonna end up on a Black History Month stamp.

At my age, no one is married, no one has kids, no one has a career.

There are signs that the age of petroleum has passed its zenith. Adjusted for inflation, a barrel of crude oil now sells for three times its long-run average. The large western oil companies, which cartellised the industry for much of the 20th century, are now selling more oil than they find, and are thus in the throes of liquidation.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.