Salomon Quotes

Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.

The manner in which Epictetus, Montaigne, and Salomon de Tultie wrote, is the most usual, the most suggestive, the most remembered, and the oftener quoted; because it is entirely composed of thoughts born from the common talk of life.

What Gutfreund said has become a legend at Salomon Brothers and a visceral part of its corporate identity. He said: “One hand, one million dollars, no tears.

Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.

A man must be a Salomon before his magical ring will work. (Hafiz)

If there was a single lesson I took away from Salomon Brothers, it is that rarely do all parties win. The nature of the game is zero sum. A dollar out of my customer’s pocket was a dollar in ours, and vice versa.

[Who are the artists you admire, Surrealist or otherwise?] Remedios Varo, Max Ernst, Charlotte Salomon, Goya, Aubrey Beardsley. Beardsley is not so much about the impossible as he is about freaks and deformities, but those are interesting to me too.

And, as I would learn later on in my life - at Salomon Brothers and in my own company - it's the "doers", the lean and hungry ones, those with ambition in their eyes and fire in their bellies and no notions of social caste, who go the furthest and achieve the most.

Man transcends himself only via his true nature, not through ambition and artificial goals.

Donnie Green himself had been a trader at Salomon Brothers in the dark ages, when traders had more hair on their chests than on their heads.

The Piranha didn’t talk like a person. He said things like “If you fuckin’ buy this bond in a fuckin’ trade, you’re fuckin’ fucked.” And “If you don’t pay fuckin’ attention to the fuckin’ two-year, you get your fuckin’ face ripped off.” Noun, verb, adjective: fucker, fuck, fucking. No part of speech was spared. His world was filled with copulating inanimate objects and people getting their faces ripped off.

Every individual, every plant, every animal has only one inborn goal—to actualize itself as it is.

Sometimes it pays to stay in bed on Monday, rather than spending the rest of the week debugging Monday's code.

We must, for instance, face the fact that we blandly commit what to the experimentalist is the most unpardonable of sins: we include the experimenter in the experiment!

A big bonus was about as well concealed on the Salomon Brothers trading floor as the results of a hot date in a high school boys’ locker room.

A man must be a Salomon before his magical ring will work

Comme les pêches et les melons sount pour la bouche d'un baron, ainsi les verges et les bâtons sont pour les fous, dit Salomon.

Y si uno se niega a recordar sus sueños, uno se niega realmente a encarar su propia existencia -a encarar lo que está mal en su existencia. Uno evita luchar con asuntos desagradables.

I have this theory," says Andy Stone, seated in his office at Prudential-Bache Securities. "Wall Street makes its best producers into managers. The reward for being a good producer is to be made a manager. The best producers are cutthroat, competitive, and often neurotic and paranoid. You turn those people into managers, and they go after each other. They no longer have the outlet for their instincts that producing gave them. They usually aren't well suited to be managers. Half of them get thrown out because they are bad. Another quarter get muscled out because of politics. The guys left behind are just the most ruthless of the bunch. That's why there are cycles on Wall Street—why Salomon Brothers is getting crunched now—because the ruthless people are bad for the business but can only be washed out by proven failure.

The difference between Strauss and Ranieri?” says one trader still at Salomon. “That’s easy. Strauss wouldn’t stoop to use the men’s room on the trading floor. He’d go upstairs. Lewie would piss on your desk.

People may be understood through the art they produce or by descriptions from friends and family, by observation, or through their dreams.

Se questo mondo fosse un piano infinito e navigando a oriente noi potessimo sempre raggiungere nuove distanze e scoprire cose più dolci e nuove di tutte le Cicladi o le Isole del Re Salomone, allora il viaggio conterrebbe una promessa. Ma, nell'inseguire quei lontani misteri di cui sogniamo, o nella caccia tormentosa di quel fantasma demoniaco che prima o poi nuota dinanzi a tutti i cuori umani, nella caccia di tali cose intorno a questo globo, esse o ci conducono in vuoti labirinti o ci lasciano sommersi a metà strada.

And with dream-awakened eyes, she saw all the beauty around her, saw the sea, felt the sun, and knew she had to vanish for a while from the human plane and make every sacrifice in order to create her world anew out of the depths.

En pleine bagarre, vous vous en tenez au strict nécessaire, à savoir étriper l’adversaire en faisant en sorte que ce dernier ne vous arrache pas les bras pour vous assommer avec.

Психотик говорит: «Я – Авраам Линкольн», невротик: «Мне бы хотелось быть таким, как Авраам Линкольн», здоровый: «Я – таковой, какой я есть».

By remaining alert in the centre, we can acquire a creative ability of seeing both sides of an occurrence and completing an incomplete half.

Awareness is like the glow of a coal which comes from its own combustion... In awareness a process is taking place in the coal (the total organism).

Meriwether was the King of the Game, the Liar’s Poker champion of the Salomon Brothers’ trading floor. On

Während Wissenschaftler wissen, dass sie nur etwas "glauben" (= für "wahr" halten), was heute angemessen erscheint, morgen aber möglicherweise schon überholt ist, glauben Gläubige, etwas zu wissen, was auch morgen noch gültig sein soll, obwohl es in der Regel schon heute widerlegt ist.

Apart from detailed analysis and taking apart (destruction), there can be no close contact, excited discovery, and true love of any object (which, as we use the term, always includes persons).

My heart sank. It’s hard to describe how small $50,000 is to an investment banker. Linda Evangelista, a supermodel from the 1980s and 1990s, once famously declared, “I don’t get out of bed for less than ten thousand dollars a day.” For an investment banker, that number is more like $1 million. But here I was having earned nothing for Salomon, and $50,000 was that much more than zero, so I agreed.

Thomas Jefferson thought that the United States ought to have a revolution every generation so that democracy could periodically purge itself of contaminants. He meant political revolutions; we have watered down his advice and created a succession of “lifestyle” revolutions instead. Just at the point when a radical innovation or movement might begin to elicit significant discussion within our social order, it makes the cover of Time and receives testimonials from one or two Hollywood stars. Thus elevated into harmlessness, it is soon discarded, leaving little more than a vague, residual stain on our cultural fashions.

Gut und Böse sind banale, substanzlose Begriffe, die die Wirklichkeit weit eher verschleiern, als dass sie diese erhellen. Dies allein wäre schon Grund genug, sie aufzugeben. Wichtiger jedoch ist, dass der Gut-versus-Böse-Memplex in der menschlichen Kulturgeschichte immer wieder dazu diente, Menschengruppen gegeneinander aufzuhetzen.

Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion. Francis Bacon: Essays, LVIII

The moment Salomon Brothers demonstrated the potential gains to be had from turning an investment bank into a public corporation and leveraging its balance sheet with exotic risks, the psychological foundations of Wall Street shifted, from trust to blind faith.

Las emociones no son molestias que deban ser descargadas. Las emociones son los motores más importantes de nuestro comportamiento: emoción en el sentido más amplio -la espera, el goce, el hambre. Estas emociones o energía básica, esta fuerza vital, aparentemente se diferencian en el organismo por lo que llamo la diferenciación

Fear is excitement without the breath.

Alimentan su computadora, el intelecto. Y el intelecto es la punta de la inteligencia. Un estorbo en la vida.

Es muy raro que las personas puedan hablar y escuchar. Muy pocas escuchan sin hablar. La mayoría puede hablar sin escuchar.

Забрави часовете на нуждата, но не забравяй на какво са те научили.

War had taken hold of them and would never let them go. They would never really belong to their homes again. The war was over ... but the armies were still in being.

UNA VISIÓN es un objetivo preciso y claramente definido, con un plan detallado y programado en el tiempo para alcanzar dicho objetivo.

I do not remember my dreams of animals.

La angustia es siempre resultado del alejarse del ahora.

Wall Street makes its best producers into managers. The reward for being a good producer is to be made a manager. The best producers are cutthroat, competitive, and often neurotic and paranoid. You turn those people into managers, and they go after each other. They no longer have the outlet for their instincts that producing gave them. They usually aren’t well suited to be managers. Half of them get thrown out because they are bad. Another quarter get muscled out because of politics. The guys left behind are just the most ruthless of the bunch. That’s why there are cycles on Wall Street—why Salomon Brothers is getting crunched now—because the ruthless people are bad for the business but can only be washed out by proven failure.

When Grant made Edward S. Salomon governor of the Washington Territory, it was the first time an American Jew had occupied a gubernatorial post. (When Salomon proved corrupt, Grant handled his case leniently, letting him resign.) Elated at this appointment, Rabbi Isaac Mayer Wise said it showed “that President Grant has revoked General Grant’s notorious order No. 11.

The moment Salomon Brothers demonstrated the potential gains to be had from turning an investment bank into a public corporation and leveraging its balance sheet with exotic risks, the psychological foundations of Wall Street shifted, from trust to blind faith. No investment bank owned by its employees would have leveraged itself 35:1, or bought and held $50 billion in mezzanine CDOs.

By the 1850s enslavers had their eyes on expansion into Cuba in order to expand Southern political power. Here we see an idyllic image of a Cuba tobacco plantation, plus the idea of “Southern rights” being used to sell cigars. “Southerner rights segars. Expressly manufactured for Georgia & Alabama by Salomon Brothers. Fabrica de tabacos, de superior calidad de la vuelta-abajo,” Broadside, 1859.

Cada vez que usan las palabras ahora y cómo y se dan cuenta de esto, entonces crecen. Cada vez que hacen la pregunta por qué, disminuyen de estatura. Se joden a sí mismos con información falsa e innecesaria.

L'Ecclésiaste vous nomme Toute-Puissance, les Macchabées vous nomment Créateur, l'Épître aux Éphésiens vous nomme Liberté, Baruch vous nomme Immensité, les Psaumes vous nomment Sagesse et Vérité, Jean vous nomme Lumière, les Rois vous nomment Seigneur, l'Exode vous appelle Providence, le Lévitique Sainteté, Esdras Justice, la création vous nomme Dieu, l'homme vous nomme Père; mais Salomon vous nomme Miséricorde, et c'est là le plus beau de tous vos noms.

Washington is an example of the citizen-politician who goes to the capital of his state or nation, serves a few terms, and returns to civilian life – just as the Founding Fathers practiced and intended. Sadly, this has been almost completely disregarded by the pervasive career politicians of later generations. The current practice of politicians is to gain elected government positions and then refuse to honor voluntary term limits, thus obtaining lifetime security and prestige, exemption from laws legislated on others, and inappropriate padding of personal income through gifts from lobbyists, self-initiated increases in benefits, and lifetime pensions. Their lifestyles would shock and embarrass a selfless man like George Washington, who served eight years as commander in chief, accepting only expense reimbursements as his compensation. (See the stories on Haym Salomon and Dave Roever similar examples). On

There are now little brass plaques on the ground outside this address. These are Stolpersteine. Tributes to the victims of the Holocaust. There are many of them in Berlin, especially in Charlottenburg. They are not easy to spot. You must walk with your head down, seeking memories between the cobblestones. In front of 15 Wielandstrasse, three names can be read. Paula, Albert, and Charlotte. But on the wall, there is only one commemorative plaque. The one for Charlotte Salomon.

La incomodidad se deja ver bien a menudo. La incomodidad es siempre un síntoma de falta de honestidad. Si uno no se expresa derechamente, honestamente, entonces se siente incómodo. En el mismo momento en que uno se expresa adecuadamente, desaparece la incomodidad.

nomment Sagesse et Vérité, Jean vous nomme Lumière, les Rois vous nomment Seigneur, l’Exode vous appelle Providence, le Lévitique Sainteté, Esdras Justice, la création vous nomme Dieu, l’homme vous nomme Père ; mais Salomon vous nomme Miséricorde, et c’est là le plus beau de tous vos noms. » Vers neuf heures du soir, les deux femmes se retiraient et montaient à leurs chambres au premier, le laissant jusqu’au matin seul au rez-de-chaussée. Ici il est nécessaire que nous donnions une idée exacte du logis de M. l’évêque de Digne. q

Todas las emociones se expresan en el sistema muscular. No se puede visualizar la ira sin movimiento muscular. No se puede visualizar la alegría, que es más o menos idéntica al danzar, sin movimientos musculares. En la pena hay sollozos y llanto, y en el sexo también hay

Es ist prinzipiell so, dass Nicht-Existenzen nicht bewiesen werden können! Man könnte behaupten, unser Universum sei in Wahrheit der Verdauungstrakt eines gigantischen, blaugestreiften und doch unsichtbaren Kobolds namens "Gaga Gugelhurz" - und niemand könnte die Nicht-Existenz dieses imaginären Wesens beweisen. Allerdings: Ein solcher Beweis wäre auch nicht notwendig! Warum? Weil nicht derjenige, der die Existenz des Gugelhurz oder des christlichen Gottes bestreitet, Beweise anbringen muss, sondern derjenige, der solch gewagte Thesen vertritt.

Mike Bloomberg once said, “I have always had a policy: If it’s a friend and they get a promotion, I don’t bother to call them; I’ll see them sometime and make a joke about it. If they get fired, I want to go out to dinner with them that night. And I want to do it in a public place where everybody can see me. Because I remember when I got fired from Salomon Brothers—I can tell you every single person that called me. That meant something. When I was made a partner? I have no recollection of that whatsoever.” My friend Todd Benson puts it this way: “Show up when it matters, when it means something. Never miss a funeral. Attend every wedding.

من وجهة نظر أدبية بحتة، القرآن لا يمتلك أيّة ميّزات أو مزايا. كلام خطابي، تكرار، عبارات طفولية، افتقار تام للمنطق والتناسق يصدم القارئ عند كل منعطف فيه. من الغريب والمهين جداً للذكاء والفطنة البشرية الاعتقاد أنّ هذا النوع من الأدب العادي كان موضوع تفسيرات وأبحاث وتأويلات لا تحصى، وأنّ ملايين البشر ما زالوا يهدرون وقتهم بالاستغراق فيه

Deutschland brannte dunkel in verwegenen Hirnen. Deutschland war da, wo um es gerungen wurde, es zeigte sich, wo bewehrte Hände nach seinem Bestande griffen, es strahlte grell, wo die Besessenen seines Geistes um Deutschlands willen den letzten Einsatz wagten. Deutschland war an der Grenze. Die Artikel des Versailler Friedens sagten uns, wo Deutschland war.

Among those troops that I had joined were plenty of regular units with reliable officers, crowds of restless adventurers on the lookout for a fight and with it the chances of loot and relaxation of ordinary rules of conduct. Patriots could not bear the idea of break down of law and order at home and wish to guard the frontiers from the incursion of the Red Flood. There was the Baltic Landswehr, recruited from the local gentry who were determined at all cost to save their 700 year old traditions, their noble and vigorous yet fastidious culture, the Eastern bulwark of German civilization. And there were German battalions consisting of men who wanted to settle in the country who were hungering for land. Of troops desiring to fight for the existing government there were none. The like-minded ones were soon dissociated from general mass which was swept eastwards by crash of Western front. We seemed suddenly to have collected as if a secret signal. We found ourselves apart from the crowd. Knowing neither what we are we sought not gold. The blood suddenly ran hotly through our veins and called us to adventure and hazard. Drove us to wandering and danger. And herded together those of us who realized our profound kinship with one another. We were a band of warriors, extravagant in our demands, triumphantly definite in our decisions. What we wanted we did not know, but what we knew we did not want. To force our way through the prisoning walls of the world. To march over burning field, to stamp over ruins and scattered ashes, to dash recklessly through wild forests, over blasted heaps to push, conquer, eat our way towards the East, to the white hot dark cold land that stretched between ourselves and Asia. Was that what we wanted? I do not know if that was our desire and they was what we did. And the search for reasons why was lost in the tumult of the continuous fighting.

In the two decades after I left, I waited for the end of Wall Street as I had known it. The outrageous bonuses, the endless parade of rogue traders, the scandal that sank Drexel Burnham, the scandal that destroyed John Gutfreund and finished off Salomon Brothers, the crisis following the collapse of my old boss John Meriwether’s Long-Term Capital Management, the Internet bubble: Over and over again, the financial system was, in some narrow way, discredited. Yet the big Wall Street banks at the center of it just kept on growing, along with the sums of money that they doled out to twenty-six-year-olds to perform tasks of no obvious social utility. The rebellion by American youth against the money culture never happened. Why bother to overturn your parents’ world when you can buy it and sell off the pieces?

From the literary point of view, the Koran has little merit. Declamation, repetition, puerility, a lack of logic and coherence strike the unprepared reader at every turn. It is humiliating to the human intellect to think that this mediocre literature has been the subject of innumerable commentaries, and that millions of men are still wasting time in absorbing it." (Orpheus, Salmon Reinach, 1932. See page 175 of the book here)

As Reagan’s first budget director, Stockman, a former two-term congressman from Michigan, was the point man for the supply-side economics the new administration was pushing— the theory that taxes should be lowered to stimulate economic activity, which would in turn produce more tax revenue to compensate for the lower rates. With his wonky whiz-kid persona, computer-like mental powers, and combative style, he browbeat Democratic congressmen and senators who challenged his views. But he soon incurred the wrath of political conservatives when he confessed to Atlantic reporter William Greider that supply-side economics was really window dressing for reducing the rates on high incomes. Among other acts of apostasy, he called doctrinaire supply-siders “naive.” The 1981 article created a sensation and prompted Reagan to ask him over lunch, “You have hurt me. Why?” Stockman famously described the meeting as a “trip to the woodshed.” Though the president himself forgave him, Stockman’s loose lips undercut his power at the White House, and in 1985 he left government to become an investment banker at Salomon Brothers.

E Salomon Morel? No fim de contas, foi uma figura deste período apenas num sentido: como muita gente que atravessou os horrores da guerra e a confusão dos anos do pós-guerra, desempenhou diferentes papéis em diferentes narrativas nacionais em diferentes momentos. Foi uma vítima do holocausto, um criminoso comunista, um homem que perdeu toda a sua família às mãos dos nazis e um homem consumido por uma raiva sádica a alemães e polacos - uma raiva que pode ou não ter sido originada pela sua vitimização e pode ou não ter estado ligada ao seu comunismo. Foi profundamente vingativo e profundamente violento. Foram-lhe atribuídas medalhas pelo Estado comunista polaco, foi processado pelo Estado polaco pós-comunista e toi detendido pelo Estado de Israel, embora não tivesse manifestado interesse em mudar-se para Israel senão meio século depois da guerra e mesmo isso só depois de ter começado a temer que o julgassem. A sua história, ao fim e ao cabo, nada prova sobre judeus ou polacos. Só prova como é difícil emitir juízos sobre as pessoas que viveram na parte mais estilhaçada da Europa durante as piores décadas do século XX.

Of course it was not only the law that interfered with our management of the paper. The politicians, too, soon took a hand. The Oberpräsident of Schleswig-Holstein, a man named Kürbis (which is German for pumpkin) forbad its publication; it appeared the next day, entitled Die Westküste [The West Coat]. This too was banned, and for a short time my brother's wish was fulfilled and we edited Die Grüne Front. I, too, had the gratification of seeing my original suggestion realised whn it became, in due course, Die Sturmglocke. Finally, the Oberpräsident forbad us from publishing any paper at all which was not purely concerned with technical agricultural matters. So we rechristened it Der Kürbis, aand the leading article consisted of variations on the subject of pumpking as given in the encyclopaedia; we expatiated on how pumkins flourish best in plenty of dung and on the disagreeable nature of their blossom's scwent. Thenceforth the paper resumed its original name of Das Landvolk and that was that.

My father's generation grew up with certain beliefs. One of those beliefs is that the amount of money one earns is a rough guide to one's contribution to the welfare and prosperity of our society. I grew up unusually close to my father. Each evening I would plop into a chair near him, sweaty from a game of baseball in the front yard, and listen to him explain why such and such was true and such and such was not. One thing that was almost always true was that people who made a lot of money were neat. Horatio Alger and all that. It took watching his son being paid 225 grand at the age of twenty-seven, after two years on the job, to shake his faith in money. He has only recently recovered from the shock. I haven't. When you sit, as I did, at the center of what has been possibly the most absurd money game ever and benefit out of all proportion to your value to society (as much as I'd like to think I got only what I deserved, I don't), when hundreds of equally undeserving people around you are all raking it in faster than they can count it, what happens to the money belief? Well, that depends. For some, good fortune simply reinforces the belief. They take the funny money seriously, as evidence that they are worthy citizens of the Republic. It becomes their guiding assumption-for it couldn't possibly be clearly thought out-that a talent for making money come out of a telephone is a reflection of merit on a grander scale. It is tempting to believe that people who think this way eventually suffer their comeuppance. They don't. They just get richer. I'm sure most of them die fat and happy. For me, however, the belief in the meaning of making dollars crumbled; the proposition that the more money you earn, the better the life you are leading was refuted by too much hard evidence to the contrary. And without that belief, I lost the need to make huge sums of money. The funny thing is that I was largely unaware how heavily influenced I was by the money belief until it had vanished. It is a small piece of education, but still the most useful thing I picked up at Salomon Brothers. Almost everything else I learned I left behind. I became fairly handy with a few hundred million dollars, but I'm still lost when I have to decide what to do with a few thousand. I learned humility briefly in the training program but forgot it as soon as I was given a chance. And I learned that people can be corrupted by organizations, but since I remain willing to join organizations and even to be corrupted by them (mildly, please), I'm not sure what practical benefit will come from this lesson.

Revisiting content over time and in different contexts also encourages transfer of knowledge by preventing learned information from being tied to specific situations or contexts (Salomon & Perkins, 1989).

Modé Aní Lefaneja, Melej Jai Bekayam, Sheejezarta Bi Nishmati Vejemla, Raba Emunateja, “Doy gracias a Ti, Rey viviente y eterno, pues Tú misericordiosamente has restituido mi alma dentro de mí; abundante es tu fidelidad”.

Chi amò l'anima mia, l'avete visto?" Un poco dopo averla oltrepassata, Ho trovato chi l'anima mia ama. L'ho stretto e non lo lascerò fin quando Non lo introduca in casa di mia madre, Nella stanza di chi mi ha generato. [...] La mia anima si è sciolta al suo parlare. [...] e la bocca Tua avrà il profumo proprio delle mele. [...] Perché io ti trovi fuori e ti dia baci Senza che più nessuno abbia a guardare? [...] Perché forte è l'amor come la morte, Dura come l'inferno la passione; Le vampe sue sono di fuoco e fiamme. Moltitudini d'acqua non poterono Estinguere l'amore, le fiumane Non saranno mai in grado di travolgerlo. Se un uomo per amore darà via Ogni sostanza della propria casa, Lo guarderanno come fosse un nulla. - DI SALOMONE, IL CANTICO DEI CANTICI

write down three things you are grateful for each day, journal for five minutes, meditate daily, do one random act of kindness every day, and exercise.

Es war einmal ein Mann, der hieß Karl Wiktorowitsch Pauker. Er lebte in der Stadt Lemberg in Galizien. Er war Friseur, und es war ihm eine Freude, die Menschen nachzumachen. Wenn eine Frau die Haare sich frisieren oder ein Mann den Bart sich schneiden ließ, dann spielte er über den Spiegel nach, was der Kunde oder die Kundin vor ihnen gesagt hatte. Oder er spielte nach, wie Bürgermeister Adam Kilar am Sonntagvormittag über den Marienplatz stolzierte. Oder wie der berühmte Gelehrte Salomon Buber mitten auf der Straße überprüfte, ob die Buben den Hals gewaschen hatten. Oder wie Enni Rappaport, das stadtbekannte Kräuterweiblein, am Markt die verwelkten Blättchen von ihren Sträußchen abzupfte und dabei schimpfend ihren Speichel verteilte. Alle konnte er nachmachen, und niemand war ihm böse, wenn er von ihm nachgemacht wurde, denn er machte die Menschen im Nachmachen besser, als sie im Original waren. Dann brach der Erste Weltkrieg aus, und Karl Wiktorowitsch Pauker wurde zur Armee eingezogen. An der Front machte er Freund und Feind nach und brachte Freude den einfachen Soldaten und den Offizieren. Er wurde gefangen genommen und nach Moskau verschleppt und nach dem Krieg von den Bolschewiki befreit - auf sein Wort hin, dass er sich ihnen anschließe, denn zu jener Zeit gab es wenig zu lachen, und das wenige kam von ihm. Nach dem Tod des Genossen Lenin wurde Karl Wiktorowitsch Pauker der Leibwächter von Josif Stalin. Der Vater des Vaterlandes wollte den Friseur immer um sich haben, denn es gab immer noch nicht viel zu lachen, aber er lachte nun einmal gern, und Karl Wiktorowitsch sollte ihn zum Lachen bringen. Er schickte ihn zu den Prozessen und ließ sich nachspielen, wie Kamenew das Todesurteil aufgenommen hatte und wie Bucharin, wie Rykow, Radek, Pjatakow. Und Stalin lachte. Der Friseur machte nach, wie sich Sinowjew vor die Genossen des Erschießungskommandos auf den Boden geworfen, ihnen die Stiefel geküsst und wimmernd darum gebettelt habe, ihn mit seinem Freund Josif Wissarionowitsch telefonieren zu lassen, es könne sich doch nur um ein Missverständnis handeln, und wie er endlich Zuflucht genommen habe bei der alten jüdischen Klage Höre, Israel, unser Gott ist der einzige Gott ... Barukh Schern Kawod, Malkhutho le'Olam va'Ed! - Stalin sei vor Lachen fast erstickt, und Karl Wiktorowitsch habe Erste Hilfe leisten müssen mit Herzmassage und Mund-zu-Mund- Beatmung. Aber dann kam alles heraus. Der Friseur, hieß es, plane heimlich Anschläge gegen hohe Herren der Partei und der Armee, er habe eine Technik des Witzes entwickelt, die nachweislich zum Totlachen führen könne. So leid es dem Vater des Vaterlandes tat, den Mann zu verlieren, der ihn in einer Zeit, in der es wenig zu lachen gab, zum Lachen gebracht hatte, unterschrieb er das Todesurteil gegen seinen Leibwächter und Narren.

The New York Times, in other words, affected policy at Salomon Brothers.

Your magic talisman is powerful: but are you a Solomon to make it work?

Unfortunately, the Bull that gilded Renaissance New York did little for most Americans. Eighties Wall Street was about institutional money released by deregulation, mergers and acquisitions, and, most of all, the debt that made it all possible. As John Kenneth Galbraith points out, financial euphoria always starts with new ways to borrow money; this time it was triggered by the Savings & Loan crisis. Volcker’s rocketing interest rates had forced S&Ls to offer double digits to new depositors while only getting back single digits on the old thirty-year mortgages on their books. S&Ls were going under, and getting a mortgage was nearly impossible, so in March 1980, with the banking system and the housing market on the brink, Carter had signed a law to allow them to issue credit cards, invest in commercial real estate, and offer checking accounts in order to stay in business. Reagan then took it a step further with a change that encouraged S&Ls to sell their mortgages in search of higher returns, freeing up a $1 trillion that needed to be invested in something. Which takes us back to Salomon Brothers, where in 1978 one Lew Ranieri had repackaged an old investment product the government had clamped down on during the Depression: A group of home mortgages all backed by government insurance would be bundled together, then sliced into bonds, thus converting the debt some people owed on their homes into an asset for others. Ranieri had been a bit ahead of the curve then—the same high interest rates that killed the S&Ls also made his bonds unattractive—but now deregulation let Salomon buy up the S&Ls’ mortgages at a deep discount, bundle them into bonds, and sell them back to the S&Ls who believed they’d diversified into the bond market when in fact they’d just bought ground meat made out of their own steaks. In June 1983, Salomon Brothers and Freddie Mac together issued the first collateralized mortgage obligation bonds (CMOs), which bundled up debt and cut it into tranches based on the amount of risk: you could choose between ground chuck and ground sirloin. It would be years before technology would allow doing this on a huge scale, but the immediate impact was that all kinds of debt, not just mortgages, were bundled, cut into bonds, and sold: credit card debt, car loans, you name it. Between 1983 and 1988, some $60 billion of CMOs were sold; GM’s financing arm became more profitable than its cars. America began to make debt instead of things. The

Ni una cultura ni la otra definen un universo habitable. Es necesario abrir una brecha para que entre el aire del contra-universo complementario.

The past is past. And yet — in the now, in our being, we carry much of the past with us. But we carry much of the past with us only as far as we have unfinished situations. What happened in the past is either assimilated and has become a part of us, or we carry around an unfinished situation, an incomplete gestalt. Let me give you an example. The most famous of the unfinished situations is the fact that we have not forgiven our parents. As you know, parents are never right. They are either too large or too small, too smart or too dumb. If they are stern, they should be soft, and so on. But when do you find parents who are all right? You can always blame the parents if you want to play the blaming game, and make the parents responsible for all your problems. Until you are willing to let go of your parents, you continue to conceive of yourself as a child. But to get closure and let go of the parents and say, “I am a big girl now,” is a different story. This is part of therapy — to let go of parents, and especially to forgive one’s parents, which is the hardest thing for most people to do.

But that was no problem – Phibro Energy had, since 1981, been part of Salomon Brothers, the result of a traumatic merger that had defined the business for much of the 1980s. As a result, Hall had access to one of the biggest credit lines on Wall Street. At the peak, he was sitting on oil worth some $600 million – more than 37 million barrels at the price of the

I wasn’t privy to whether Meriwether was right or wrong that morning. But it didn’t really matter. His genius was based on a simple concept: that the market would eventually normalize. When spreads were wide, he would bet that they would tighten; when spreads were historically tight, he would bet that they would widen. And because he had Salomon’s huge balance sheet at his disposal, he had enough money to wait until he was ultimately right. The

Outro dia li uma breve biografia que resumia o tempo de vida de milhares de pessoas que preferiram trilhar o caminho da banalidade, sem nunca aceitar o desafio de deixar o lugar comum, a roda da infelicidade, a mediocridade, e ascender à dimensão mais alta do seu próprio potencial. Talvez, você já tenha lido: “Salomon Grunday... Nasceu numa segunda-feira... Batizado numa terça... Casado na quarta... Adoeceu na quinta... Piorou na sexta... Morreu no sábado... Foi enterrado no domingo... e este foi o fim de Salomon Grunday.” Certamente, a história de uma vida irônica como essa é estimulada por uma sociedade apática que prefere o atalho fácil ao caminho produtivo; exalta a displiscência, ao invés da diligência, promove uma ética de trabalho que se concentra mais nos direitos do que nas responsabilidades, balança os ombros em vez de estender a mão de ajuda, responde ao chamado para agir com a pergunta: “Qual é o meu papel nisso?” E prefere continuar girando na roda que leva a lugar nenhum. Fuja da roda e... sucesso!

Incorporación emocional y depresión Ya demostré que la gran mayoría de las depresiones son de origen endógeno. Por endógeno, quiero decir que existen por herencia familiar y no provocadas por un acontecimiento coyuntural como pueden ser una separación, ingresar en el paro, una jubilación mal programada o pérdidas diversas y variadas. Actualmente, se conocen dos casos recurrentes relacionados con un duelo bloqueado. El primero, se refiere al período de vida intrauterina y los dramas acontecidos durante la gestación o el primer año de vida del niño. El segundo, se refiere al Síndrome del Yaciente, en vínculo directo con los fallecimientos transgeneracionales. Por tanto, lo que se da aquí, es una incorporación del sentimiento de tristeza que no pertenece de ninguna de las maneras a la persona depresiva. Conclusión 4: cuanto más triste estoy, más fiel me mantengo al duelo familiar bloqueado en la tristeza.

את ההומור היהודי, מדמואזל קורה, זה המפלט שלהם, עוד יותר ממדינת ישראל.

Learning is nothing but discovery that something is possible. To teach means to show a person that somethingis possible.

The European work ethic was his bête noire, though he put it differently. He had once derided a simpering group of Salomon’s Englishmen and Continental Europeans who had complained of being overworked by calling them “Eurofaggots.

That was how a Salomon bond trader thought: He forgot whatever it was that he wanted to do for a minute and put his finger on the pulse of the market. If the market felt fidgety, if people were scared or desperate, he herded them like sheep into a corner, then made them pay for their uncertainty. He sat on the market until it puked gold coins. Then he worried about what he wanted to do.

For that purpose, partly as the result of Ranieri’s persistent lobbying, two new facilities had sprung up in the federal government alongside Ginnie Mae. They guaranteed the mortgages that did not qualify for the Ginnie Mae stamp. The Federal Home Loan Mortgage Corporation (called Freddie Mac) and the Federal National Mortgage Association (called Fannie Mae) between them, by giving their guarantees, were able to transform most home mortgages into government-backed bonds.

No longer were the prices of ordinary mortgage bonds allowed to roam inefficiently, for they were now linked to the CMO market, in much the same way that flour is linked to the market for bread. Fair value for CMOs (the finished product) implied a fair value for conventional mortgage bonds (the raw materials).

Who do you work for? That question haunted salesmen. Whenever a trader screwed a customer and the salesman became upset, the trader would ask the salesman, “Who do you work for anyway?” The message was clear: You work for Salomon Brothers. You work for me. I pay your bonus at the end of the year. So just shut up, you geek.

How could anyone be so stupid as to trust a trader? The best thing I could do was pretend to others at Salomon that I had meant to screw the customer. People would respect that. That was called jamming. I had just jammed bonds, albeit unknowingly, for the first time. I had lost my innocence.

I was attracted by the river and harbor scenes of seventeenth-century Dutch painters such as Jan van Goyen and Salomon van Ruysdael.

Buffett also reaffirmed that they like John Gutfreund, Chairman of Salomon Brothers, very much. Munger (whose favorite expression seemed to be, “It’s one tough business.”) made one of his only enthusiastic comments of the day: “Salomon is deep in talent—the ultimate meritocracy—and with that talent may do very well over time.” It appears to me that Salomon Brothers, which is selling below book value, may be an excellent long-term core holding. On

I'm just a Boche," I thought to myself; "I'm a Boche and I always have been." At that time in France, I did everything that a Boche does, both those actions he performs deliberately, conscious and proud of his Bocheness, and those that he does when he is well-nigh falling over backward in his attempts not to be taken for what he is. When I returned home I wished to write a little book for Rohwohlt entitled: The Adventures of a Little Boche in France It never came to anything because quite quietly the little Boches had turned into big Boches, and from then on it was difficult for the little ones to prove that they weren't the big ones.

Le rapport entre les positions respectives du Christ et de Saint Pierre dans la crucifixion est alors celui entre les deux triangles dans le « sceau de Salomon », et à propos de cette figure il est intéressant de remarquer que Guénon a écrit ceci : « ...dans le symbolisme d'une école hermétique à laquelle se rattachaient Albert le Grand et saint Thomas d'Aquin, le triangle droit représente la Divinité et le triangle inversé la nature humaine (« faite à l'image de Dieu » et comme son reflet en sens inverse dans le « miroir des Eaux »), de sorte que l'union des deux triangles figure celle des deux natures (Lâhût et Nâsût dans l'ésotérisme islamique) » (53). En simplifiant les choses, on pourrait donc dire aussi que les positions respectives des deux crucifiés figurent elles-mêmes — d'une façon globale — les deux natures, et alors le symbolisme qui en résulte pourrait concerner par exemple l'Eglise en tant que constituée par l'alliance entre la présence christique et sa base apostolique. La signification de cet aspect des choses peut être même soulignée par cette autre phrase que Guénon ajoutait dans le contexte évoqué : « Le rôle du Verbe, par rapport à l'Existence universelle, peut encore être précisé par l'adjonction de la croix tracée à l'intérieur de la figure du « sceau de Salomon » : la branche verticale relie les sommets des deux triangles opposés, ou les deux pôles de la manifestation, et la branche horizontale représente la « surface des Eaux » (54) ». Là encore on retrouverait le signe de la croix relié de quelque façon à la conception des deux natures. (53) Le Symbolisme de la Croix, ch. XXVIII (54) Ibid.

In February, 1943, eight months before she was murdered in Auschwitz, the German painter Charlotte Salomon killed her grandfather. Salomon’s grandparents, like many Jews, had fled Germany in the mid-nineteen-thirties, with a stash of “morphine, opium, and Veronal” to use “when their money ran out.” But Salomon’s crime that morning was not a mercy killing to save the old man from the Nazis; this was entirely personal. It was Herr Doktor Lüdwig Grünwald, not “Herr Hitler,” who, Salomon wrote, “symbolized for me the people I had to resist.

Parfois, la force dont nous venons de parler, ou plus exactement la synthèse de l’influence spirituelle avec cette force collective à laquelle elle s’« incorpore » pour ainsi dire, peut se concentrer sur un « support » d’ordre corporel, tel qu’un lieu ou un objet déterminé, qui joue le rôle d’un véritable « condensateur »2, et y produire des manifestations sensibles, comme celles que rapporte la Bible hébraïque au sujet de l’Arche d’Alliance et du Temple de Salomon ; on pourrait aussi citer ici comme exemples, à un degré ou à un autre, les lieux de pèlerinage, les tombeaux et les reliques des saints ou d’autres personnages vénérés par les adhérents de telle ou telle forme traditionnelle.

Certain directors and actors were constantly preoccupied by one problem, and apparently, one only. This was connected with the so-called German greeting, which was the method of hailing a friend by raising the right arm straight out with the hand extended at, or slightly above, the level of the shoulder. This greeting had very definite political implications; it was employed daily by millions; and the directors and actors saw no reason why it should not be one on the films in a simple and life-like fashion. They failed. Even when shown in the rushes the effect on the select and professional audience was simply to produce uncontrollable hilarity. The cinema can do a great deal. It can entrance, t can tell fairy tales, it can be realistic or surrealistic -- but it cannot portray a gesture that is false without underlining the most brutal way its basic falseness. The German cinema could not reproduce the German greeting; it was the greeting that was to blame, not the cinema.

Something, which the police called a bomb, had exploded in his shed. Investigations were begun, and the efforts of the authorities were soon to be categorized by the appropriate officals as "feverish", for bombs began to go off all over the place. The police collected fragments of the exploded bombs, and the press, anxious to help the police in their work, published impressive pictures of the fragments as well as a drawing of a reconstructed bomb together with a very detailed description of how it had been made.The police had done a really first-rate job. Even my brother and myself, both of us extremely untalented men in technical matters, could easily grasp how the bomb makers had gone to work. A large quantity of ordinary black gunpowder, such as is the be found in the cartridges sold for shoutguns, was encased in plasticine; in it was embedded an explosive cap, of the type used in hand grenades during the war, at the end of a thin wire; the other end of the wire was joined to the battery of a pocket flashlight -- obtainable at any village store -- and thence to the alarm mechanism of an ordinary alarm clock. The whole contratation was packed into a soapbox. Of course my brother did his duty as a journalist.He published the police report, together with the illustrations, on page one. It was not my brother's doing that this issue of the paper had a most spectacular success and that for weeks men were still buying it; no. the credit for that must go to the police; they had done their bit to ensure that the peasantry of Schleswig-Holstein would have a healthy occupation during the long winter evenings. Instead of just sitting and indulging in stupid thoughts, or doing crossword puzzles, or assembling to hear inflamatory speeches, the peasantery was henceforth quetly and busily engaged in procuring soapboxes and alarm clock and flashlight batteries. And then the bombs really began to go of.... Nobody ever asked me what I was actually doing in Schleswig=Holstein, save perhaps Dr. Hirschfeldt, a high official in the Prussian Ministry of the Interior, who had recently taken to frequenting Salinger's salon. Occasionally, and casually, he would glance at ne with his green eyes an honour me with a question, such as: "And what are the peasants up to in the north?" To which I would usually only reply: "Thank you for your interest. According to the statistics, the standard of living is going up -- in particular, there has been in increased demand for alarm clocks.

el camino al infierno está pavimentado con buenas intenciones

El loco dice: "Yo soy Abraham Lincoln", el neurótico: "Ojalá yo fuera como Abraham Lincoln", y la persona sana: "Yo soy yo, y tú eres tú".

Nietzsche: "La memoria y el orgullo estaban luchando. La memoria dijo: fue así, y el orgullo respondió: no pudo haber sido así, y la memoria se dio por vencida".

It's hard to know exactly how many empty houses there are...the census placed the figure, in the United States, in 2000, at about 10.5 million housing units (including apartments, counting duplexes as two, and so forth). For comparison: less than a quarter million people lived in homeless shelters in 2000.