Where man had been, in every place he left, garbage remained. Even in his pursuit of the ultimate truth and quest for his God, he produced garbage. By his garbage, which lay stratum upon stratum, he could always - one had only to dig - be known. For more long-lived than man is his refuse. Garbage alone lives after him.
People often say to me, "How come you don't want to be CEO of a company?" And I tell them, "I don't want to. " I know I can do it, but I don't enjoy it. Why does that have to be the definition of success?