a stationery store to keep the family going. I had to go to work to help out, and before I was 14, I had learned pretty well what the word “responsibility” meant. Now, looking back over the more than 50 years of a full life, it becomes clear to me that a man’s beliefs change with time. As a kid, I accepted responsibility because I had to—sometimes grudgingly. I welcome it now, because I recognize it as one of the forces which drove me most convincingly through a life of continual struggle in a highly competitive world toward distant goals.