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原文内容： Here is the full letter: BERKSHIRE HATHAWAY INC. NEWS RELEASE FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE November 10, 2025 Omaha, NE (BRK.A; BRK.B) – Today, Warren E. Buffett converted 1,800 A shares into 2,700,000 B shares in order to give these B shares to four family foundations: 1,500,000 shares to The Susan Thompson Buffett Foundation and 400,000 shares to each of The Sherwood Foundation, The Howard G. Buffett Foundation and NoVo Foundation. These donations have been delivered today. Mr. Buffett’s comments to his fellow shareholders follow: To My Fellow Shareholders: I will no longer be writing Berkshire’s annual report or talking endlessly at the annual meeting. As the British would say, I’m “going quiet.” Sort of. Greg Abel will become the boss at yearend. He is a great manager, a tireless worker and an honest communicator. Wish him an extended tenure. I will continue talking to you and my children about Berkshire via my annual Thanksgiving message. Berkshire’s individual shareholders are a very special group who are unusually generous in sharing their gains with others less fortunate. I enjoy the chance to keep in touch with you. Indulge me this year as I first reminisce a bit. After that, I will discuss the plans for distribution of my Berkshire shares. Finally, I will offer a few business and personal observations. As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m grateful and surprised by my luck in being alive at 95. When I was young, this outcome did not look like a good bet. Early on, I nearly died. It was 1938 and Omaha hospitals were then thought of by its citizens as either Catholic or Protestant, a classification that seemed natural at the time. Our family doctor, Harley Hotz, was a friendly Catholic who made house calls toting a black bag. Dr. Hotz called me Skipper and never charged much for his visits. When I experienced a bad bellyache in 1938, Dr. Hotz came by and, after probing a bit, told me I would be OK in the morning. He then went home, had dinner and played a little bridge. Dr. Hotz couldn’t, however, get my somewhat peculiar symptoms out of his mind and later that night he dispatched me to St. Catherine’s Hospital for an emergency appendectomy. During the next three weeks, I felt like I was in a nunnery, and began enjoying my new “podium.” I liked to talk – yes, even then – and the nuns embraced me. To top things off, Miss Madsen, my third-grade teacher, told my 30 classmates to each write me a letter. I probably threw away the letters from the boys but read and reread those from the girls; hospitalization had its rewards. The highlight of my recovery – which actually was dicey for much of the first week – was a gift from my wonderful Aunt Edie. She brought me a very professional-looking fingerprinting set, and I promptly fingerprinted all of my attending nuns. (I was probably the first Protestant kid they had seen at St. Catherine’s and they didn’t know what to expect.) My theory – totally nutty, of course – was that someday a nun would go bad and the FBI would find that they had neglected to fingerprint nuns. The FBI and its director, J. Edgar Hoover, had become revered by Americans in the 1930s, and I envisioned Mr. Hoover, himself, coming to Omaha to inspect my invaluable collection. I further fantasized that J. Edgar and I would quickly identify and apprehend the wayward nun. National fame seemed certain. Obviously, my fantasy never materialized. But, ironically, some years later it became clear that I should have fingerprinted J. Edgar himself as he became disgraced for misusing his post. Well, that was Omaha in the 1930s, when a sled, a bicycle, a baseball glove and an electric train were coveted by me and my friends. Let’s look at a few other kids from that era, who grew up very nearby and greatly influenced my life but of whom I was for long unaware. I’ll begin with Charlie Munger, my best pal for 64 years. In the 1930s, Charlie lived a block away from the house I have owned and occupied since 1958. Early on, I missed befriending Charlie by a whisker. Charlie, 6 ⅔ years older than I, worked in the summer of 1940 at my grandfather’s grocery store, earning $2 for a 10-hour day. (Thrift runs deep in Buffett blood.) The following year I did similar work at the store, but I never met Charlie until 1959 when he was 35 and I was 28. After serving in World War II, Charlie graduated from Harvard Law and then moved permanently to California. Charlie, however, forever talked of his early years in Omaha as formative. For more than 60 years, Charlie had a huge impact on me and could not have been a better teacher and protective “big brother.” We had differences but never had an argument. “I told you so” was not in his vocabulary. In 1958, I bought my first and only home. Of course, it was in Omaha, located about two miles from where I grew up (loosely defined), less than two blocks from my in-laws, about six blocks from the Buffett grocery store and a 6–7 minute drive from the office building where I have worked for 64 years. Let’s move on to another Omahan, Stan Lipsey. Stan sold the Omaha Sun Newspapers (weeklies) to Berkshire in 1968 and a decade later moved to Buffalo at my request. The Buffalo Evening News, owned by a Berkshire affiliate, was then locked in a battle to the death with its morning competitor who published Buffalo’s only Sunday paper. And we were losing. Stan eventually built our new Sunday product, and for some years our paper – formerly hemorrhaging cash – earned over 100% annually (pre-tax) on our $33 million investment. This was important money to Berkshire in the early 1980s. Stan grew up about five blocks from my home. One of Stan’s neighbors was Walter Scott, Jr. Walter, you will remember, brought MidAmerican Energy to Berkshire in 1999. He was also a valued Berkshire director until his death in 2021 and a very close friend. Walter was Nebraska’s philanthropic leader for decades and both Omaha and the state carry his imprint. Walter attended Benson High School, which I was scheduled to attend as well – until my dad surprised everyone in 1942 by beating a four-term incumbent in a Congressional race. Life is full of surprises. Wait, there’s more. In 1959, Don Keough and his young family lived in a home located directly across the street from my house and about 100 yards away from where the Munger family had lived. Don was then a coffee salesman but was destined to become president of Coca-Cola as well as a devoted director of Berkshire. When I met Don, he was earning $12,000 a year while he and his wife Mickie were raising five children, all destined for Catholic schools (with tuition requirements). Our families became fast friends. Don came from a farm in northwest Iowa and graduated from Omaha’s Creighton University. Early on, he married Mickie, an Omaha girl. After joining Coke, Don went on to become legendary around the globe. In 1985, when Don was president of Coke, the company launched its ill-fated New Coke. Don made a famous speech in which he apologized to the public and reinstated “Old” Coke. This change of heart took place after Don explained that Coke’s incoming mail addressed to “Supreme Idiot” was promptly delivered to his desk. His “withdrawal” speech is a classic and can be viewed on YouTube. He cheerfully acknowledged that, in truth, the Coca-Cola product belonged to the public and not to the company. Sales subsequently soared. You can watch Don on https://t.co/CBymrdmZvF in a wonderful interview. (Tom Murphy and Kay Graham have a couple of gems as well.) Like Charlie Munger, Don forever remained a Midwestern boy — enthusiastic, friendly, and American to the core. Finally, Ajit Jain, born and raised in India, as well as Greg Abel, our Canadian CEO-to-be, each lived in Omaha for several years late in the 20th century. Indeed, in the 1990s, Greg lived only a few blocks away from me on Farnam Street, though we never met at the time. Can it be that there is some magic ingredient in Omaha’s water? I lived a few teenage years in Washington, D.C. (when my dad was in Congress), and in 1954 I took what I thought would be a permanent job in Manhattan. There I was treated wonderfully by Ben Graham and Jerry Newman and made many life-long friends. New York had unique assets — and still does. Nevertheless, in 1956, after only 1½ years, I returned to Omaha, never to wander again. Subsequently, my three children, as well as several grandchildren, were raised in Omaha. My children always attended public schools (graduating from the same high school that educated my dad, class of 1921; my first wife, Susie, class of 1950; as well as Charlie, Stan Lipsey, Irv and Ron Blumkin, who were key to growing Nebraska Furniture Mart; and Jack Ringwalt, class of 1923, who founded National Indemnity and sold it to Berkshire in 1967, where it became the base upon which our huge P/C operation was constructed). Our country has many great companies, great schools, great medical facilities — and each definitely has its own special advantages along with talented people. But I feel very lucky to have had the good fortune to make many lifelong friends, to meet both of my wives, to receive a great start in education at public schools, to meet many interesting and friendly adult Omahans when I was very young, and to make a wide variety of friends in the Nebraska National Guard. In short, Nebraska has been home. Looking back, I feel that both Berkshire and I did better because of our base in Omaha than if I had resided anywhere else. The center of the United States was a very good place to be born, to raise a family, and to build a business. Through dumb luck, I drew a ridiculously long straw at birth. Now let’s move on to my advanced age. My genes haven’t been particularly helpful — the family’s all-time record for longevity (admittedly family records get fuzzy as you work backwards) was 92 until I came along. But I have had wise, friendly, and dedicated Omaha doctors, starting with Harley Hotz, and continuing to this day. At least three times, my life has been saved — each with doctors based within a few miles from my home. (I have given up fingerprinting nurses, however. You can get away with many eccentricities at 95 … but there are limits.) Those who reach old age need a huge dose of good luck — daily escaping banana peels, natural disasters, drunk or distracted drivers, lightning strikes, you name it. But Lady Luck is fickle and — no other term fits — wildly unfair. In many cases, our leaders and the rich have received far more than their share of luck — which, too often, the recipients prefer not to acknowledge. Dynastic inheritors have achieved lifetime financial independence the moment they emerged from the womb, while others have arrived facing a hell-hole during their early life or, worse, disabling physical or mental infirmities that rob them of what I have taken for granted. In many heavily populated parts of the world, I would likely have had a miserable life — and my sisters would have had one even worse. I was born in 1930 — healthy, reasonably intelligent, white, male, and in America. Wow! Thank you, Lady Luck. My sisters had equal intelligence and better personalities than I but faced a much different outlook. Lady Luck continued to drop by during much of my life, but she has better things to do than work with those in their 90s. Luck has its limits. Father Time, to the contrary, now finds me more interesting as I age. And he is undefeated; for him, everyone ends up on his scorecard as “wins.” When balance, sight, hearing, and memory are all on a persistently downward slope, you know Father Time is in the neighborhood. I was late in becoming old — its onset materially varies — but once it appears, it is not to be denied. To my surprise, I generally feel good. Though I move slowly and read with increasing difficulty, I am at the office five days a week where I work with wonderful people. Occasionally, I get a useful idea or am approached with an offer we might not otherwise have received. Because of Berkshire’s size and because of market levels, ideas are few — but not zero. My unexpected longevity, however, has unavoidable consequences of major importance to my family and the achievement of my charitable objectives. Let’s explore them. What Comes Next My children are all above normal retirement age, having reached 72, 70, and 67. It would be a mistake to wager that all three — now at their peak in many respects — will enjoy my exceptional luck in delayed aging. To improve the probability that they will dispose of what will essentially be my entire estate before alternate trustees replace them, I need to step up the pace of lifetime gifts to their three foundations. My children are now at their prime in respect to experience and wisdom but have yet to enter old age. That “honeymoon” period will not last forever. Fortunately, a course correction is easy to execute. There is, however, one additional factor to consider: I would like to keep a significant amount of “A” shares until Berkshire shareholders develop the comfort with Greg that Charlie and I long enjoyed. That level of confidence shouldn’t take long. My children are already 100% behind Greg, as are the Berkshire directors. All three children now have the maturity, brains, energy, and instincts to disburse a large fortune. They will also have the advantage of being above ground when I am long gone and, if necessary, can adopt policies both anticipatory and reactive to federal tax policies or other developments affecting philanthropy. They may well need to adapt to a significantly changing world around them. Ruling from the grave does not have a great record, and I have never had an urge to do so. Fortunately, all three children received a dominant dosage of their genes from their mother. As the decades have passed, I have also become a better model for their thinking and behavior. I will never, however, achieve parity with their mother. My children have three alternate trustees in case of any premature deaths or disabilities. The alternates are not ranked or tied to a specific child. All three are exceptional humans and wise in the ways of the world. They have no conflicting motives. I have assured my children that they do not need to perform miracles nor fear failures or disappointments. These are inevitable, and I have made my share. They simply need to improve somewhat upon what generally is achieved by government activities and/or private philanthropy, recognizing these other methods of redistribution of wealth have shortcomings as well. Early on, I contemplated various grand philanthropic plans. Though I was stubborn, these did not prove feasible. During my many years, I’ve also watched ill-conceived wealth transfers by political hacks, dynastic choices and, yes, inept or quirky philanthropists. If my children simply do a decent job, they can be certain that their mother and I would be pleased. Their instincts are good and they each have had years of practice with very small sums initially that have been irregularly increased to more than $500 million annually. All three like working long hours to help others, each in their own way. The acceleration of my lifetime gifts to my children’s foundations in no way reflects any change in my views about Berkshire’s prospects. Greg Abel has more than met the high expectations I had for him when I first thought he should be Berkshire’s next CEO. He understands many of our businesses and personnel far better than I now do, and he is a very fast learner about matters many CEOs don’t even consider. I can’t think of a CEO, a management consultant, an academic, a member of government — you name it — that I would select over Greg to handle your savings and mine. Greg understands, for example, far more about both the upside potential and the dangers of our P/C insurance business than do a great many long-time P/C executives. My hope is that his health remains good for several decades. With a little luck, Berkshire should require only five or six CEOs over the next century. It should particularly avoid those whose goal is to retire at 65, to become look-at-me rich, or to initiate a dynasty. One unpleasant reality: Occasionally, a wonderful and loyal CEO of the parent or a subsidiary will succumb to dementia, Alzheimer’s, or another debilitating and long-term disease. Charlie and I encountered this problem several times and failed to act. This failure can be a huge mistake. The Board must be alert to this possibility at the CEO level and the CEO must be alert to the possibility at subsidiaries. This is easier said than done; I could cite a few examples from the past at major companies. Directors should be alert and speak up is all that I can advise. During my lifetime, reformers sought to embarrass CEOs by requiring the disclosure of the compensation of the boss compared to what was being paid to the average employee. Proxy statements promptly ballooned to 100-plus pages compared to 20 or less earlier. But the good intentions didn’t work; instead, they backfired. Based on the majority of my observations, the CEO of company “A” looked at his competitor at company “B” and subtly conveyed to his board that he should be worth more. Of course, he also boosted the pay of directors and was careful who he placed on the compensation committee. The new rules produced envy, not moderation. The ratcheting took on a life of its own. What often bothers very wealthy CEOs — they are human, after all — is that other CEOs are getting even richer. Envy and greed walk hand in hand. And what consultant ever recommended a serious cut in CEO compensation or board payments? In aggregate, Berkshire’s businesses have moderately better-than-average prospects, led by a few non-correlated and sizable gems. However, a decade or two from now, there will be many companies that have done better than Berkshire; our size takes its toll. Berkshire has less chance of a devastating disaster than any business I know. And Berkshire has a more shareholder-conscious management and board than almost any company with which I am familiar (and I’ve seen a lot). Finally, Berkshire will always be managed in a manner that will make its existence an asset to the United States and eschew activities that would lead it to become a supplicant. Over time, our managers should grow quite wealthy — they have important responsibilities — but do not have the desire for dynastic or look-at-me wealth. Our stock price will move capriciously, occasionally falling 50% or so as has happened three times in 60 years under present management. Don’t despair; America will come back and so will Berkshire shares. A Few Final Thoughts One perhaps self-serving observation: I’m happy to say I feel better about the second half of my life than the first. My advice: Don’t beat yourself up over past mistakes — learn at least a little from them and move on. It is never too late to improve. Get the right heroes and copy them. You can start with Tom Murphy; he was the best. Remember Alfred Nobel, later of Nobel Prize fame, who — reportedly — read his own obituary that was mistakenly printed when his brother died and a newspaper got mixed up. He was horrified at what he read and realized he should change his behavior. Don’t count on a newsroom mix-up: Decide what you would like your obituary to say and live the life to deserve it. Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity, or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless. Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard to beat The Golden Rule as a guide to behavior. I write this as one who has been thoughtless countless times and made many mistakes but also became very lucky in learning from some wonderful friends how to behave better (still a long way from perfect, however). Keep in mind that the cleaning lady is as much a human being as the Chairman. I wish all who read this a very happy Thanksgiving. Yes, even the jerks; it’s never too late to change. Remember to thank America for maximizing your opportunities. But it is — inevitably — capricious and sometimes venal in distributing its rewards. Choose your heroes very carefully and then emulate them. You will never be perfect, but you can always be better. 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翻译版： 伯克希尔·哈撒韦公司 新闻发布 即时发布 2025年11月10日 内布拉斯加州奥马哈(BRK.A; BRK.B)—— 今天,沃伦·E·巴菲特将1,800股A类股转换为2,700,000股B类股,以便将这些B类股捐赠给四个家族基金会:1,500,000股给苏珊·汤普森·巴菲特基金会,各400,000股分别给舍伍德基金会、霍华德·G·巴菲特基金会和NoVo基金会。这些捐赠已于今日完成。 巴菲特先生致股东的信如下: 致各位股东: 我将不再撰写伯克希尔的年度报告,也不会在年度股东大会上滔滔不绝地讲话了。 用英国人的话说,我要"安静下来"了。 算是吧。 格雷格·阿贝尔将在年底成为公司的掌门人。他是一位出色的管理者、不知疲倦的工作者和诚实的沟通者。祝愿他能长期任职。 我将继续通过每年感恩节的致辞与你们和我的孩子们谈论伯克希尔。伯克希尔的个人股东是一个非常特殊的群体,他们格外慷慨地与不那么幸运的人分享自己的收益。我很享受能与你们保持联系的机会。 今年请容我先回忆一下往事。之后,我将讨论分配我持有的伯克希尔股份的计划。最后,我将提供一些商业和个人观察。 随着感恩节临近,我对自己95岁还活着感到感激和惊讶。 年轻时,这个结果看起来并不像是个好赌注。早年,我差点死掉。 那是1938年,当时奥马哈的医院被市民们认为要么是天主教的,要么是新教的,这种分类在当时看起来很自然。 我们的家庭医生哈利·霍茨是一位友善的天主教徒,他提着黑色医疗包上门看病。霍茨医生叫我"船长",看病从不收太多钱。1938年,当我肚子疼得厉害时,霍茨医生过来看了看,探查了一番后告诉我,早上就会好的。 然后他回家吃了晚饭,打了会儿桥牌。但霍茨医生无法把我那些有些奇怪的症状忘掉,那天晚上晚些时候,他把我送到了圣凯瑟琳医院做紧急阑尾切除手术。 接下来的三周里,我感觉自己就像在修道院里,并开始享受我的新"讲台"。我喜欢说话——是的,即使在那时——修女们也很喜欢我。 更妙的是,我三年级的老师麦德森小姐让我30个同学每人给我写一封信。我可能把男生的信都扔了,但女生的信我读了又读;住院也有它的回报。 我康复期间的亮点——实际上第一周的情况相当危险——是我很棒的伊迪姨妈送的礼物。她给我带来了一套看起来非常专业的指纹采集工具,我立刻给所有照顾我的修女都采集了指纹。 (我可能是她们在圣凯瑟琳医院见到的第一个新教小孩,她们不知道会发生什么。) 我的理论——当然完全荒谬——是有一天会有修女变坏,而FBI会发现他们忽略了给修女采集指纹。FBI及其局长J·埃德加·胡佛在1930年代受到美国人的崇敬,我设想胡佛先生本人会来奥马哈检查我这份宝贵的收藏。 我进一步幻想,J·埃德加和我会迅速识别并逮捕那个误入歧途的修女。全国知名似乎已成定局。 显然,我的幻想从未实现。但讽刺的是,几年后事实变得很清楚,我本应该给J·埃德加本人采集指纹,因为他因滥用职权而名誉扫地。 好吧,那就是1930年代的奥马哈,当时雪橇、自行车、棒球手套和电动火车是我和朋友们梦寐以求的东西。 让我们看看那个时代的其他一些孩子,他们在附近长大,极大地影响了我的生活,但我长期以来并不知道他们的存在。 我先从查理·芒格说起,他是我64年来最好的朋友。1930年代,查理住在离我自1958年以来一直拥有和居住的房子一个街区的地方。 早年,我差一点就认识了查理。查理比我大6又2/3岁,1940年夏天在我祖父的杂货店工作,一天工作10小时赚2美元。(节俭深植于巴菲特家族的血液中。)第二年我也在店里做类似的工作,但直到1959年我们才见面,那时他35岁,我28岁。 二战服役后,查理从哈佛法学院毕业,然后永久搬到了加州。但查理永远把他在奥马哈的早年岁月视为形成性的时期。 60多年来,查理对我产生了巨大影响,是我最好的老师和保护性的"大哥"。我们有分歧但从未争吵过。"我早告诉过你"不在他的词汇表里。 1958年,我买了我的第一套也是唯一一套房子。当然,它在奥马哈,距离我成长的地方(宽泛定义)约两英里,离我岳父母家不到两个街区,离巴菲特杂货店约六个街区,距离我工作了64年的办公楼开车6-7分钟。 让我们继续说说另一位奥马哈人,斯坦·利普西。斯坦在1968年把奥马哈太阳报(周报)卖给了伯克希尔,十年后应我的要求搬到了布法罗。 布法罗晚报由伯克希尔的一家关联公司所有,当时正与其早报竞争对手进行殊死搏斗,后者出版布法罗唯一的周日报纸。而我们正在输。 斯坦最终打造了我们新的周日产品,多年来,我们的报纸——此前一直在亏损——每年的税前回报率超过100%,投资额为3300万美元。这在1980年代初对伯克希尔来说是重要的收入。 斯坦在离我家约五个街区的地方长大。斯坦的邻居之一是小沃尔特·斯科特。你们会记得,沃尔特在1999年把中美能源带到了伯克希尔。他也是伯克希尔的重要董事,直到2021年去世,还是一位非常亲密的朋友。沃尔特数十年来一直是内布拉斯加州的慈善领袖,奥马哈和该州都留有他的印记。 沃尔特就读于本森高中,我原本也要去那里上学——直到1942年我父亲在国会竞选中击败了连任四届的现任议员,让所有人都感到惊讶。生活充满了惊喜。 等等,还有更多。 1959年,唐·基奥和他年轻的家人住在我家对面的房子里,距离芒格家曾经住的地方约100码。唐当时是一名咖啡推销员,但注定要成为可口可乐的总裁以及伯克希尔的忠诚董事。 我认识唐时,他年收入12,000美元,而他和妻子米奇正在抚养五个孩子,这些孩子都要上天主教学校(需要支付学费)。 我们两家很快成为了好朋友。唐来自爱荷华州西北部的一个农场,毕业于奥马哈的克雷顿大学。他早早就娶了奥马哈女孩米奇。加入可口可乐后,唐在全球范围内成为了传奇人物。 1985年,当唐担任可口可乐总裁时,公司推出了命运多舛的新可乐。 唐发表了一次著名的演讲,向公众道歉并恢复了"老"可乐。 这次改变发生在唐解释说,寄给"最高白痴"的可口可乐来信都被直接送到了他的办公桌上之后。 他的"撤回"演讲是经典之作,可以在YouTube上观看。他愉快地承认,事实上,可口可乐产品属于公众而不是公司。随后销售额飙升。 你可以在 https://t.co/CBymrdmZvF 上观看唐的精彩采访。(汤姆·墨菲和凯·格雷厄姆也有几个精彩片段。)就像查理·芒格一样,唐永远是一个中西部男孩——热情、友好,美国精神的核心体现。 最后,阿吉特·贾恩在印度出生和长大,以及我们即将上任的加拿大CEO格雷格·阿贝尔,都在20世纪末在奥马哈生活了几年。事实上,在1990年代,格雷格住在法纳姆街离我只有几个街区的地方,尽管我们当时从未见过面。 难道奥马哈的水里有什么神奇成分吗? 我在华盛顿特区度过了几年青少年时光(当时我父亲在国会任职),1954年我在曼哈顿接受了一份我认为会是永久性的工作。 在那里,本·格雷厄姆和杰瑞·纽曼对我非常好,我也交到了许多终身的朋友。纽约有独特的资产——现在仍然如此。然而,1956年,仅仅一年半后,我回到了奥马哈,再也没有离开。 随后,我的三个孩子以及几个孙子孙女都在奥马哈长大。我的孩子们都上公立学校(毕业于同一所培养了我父亲(1921届)、我的第一任妻子苏茜(1950届)、以及查理、斯坦·利普西、欧文和罗恩·布鲁姆金(他们对内布拉斯加家具城的发展至关重要)以及杰克·林沃尔特(1923届,他创办了国民赔偿公司并在1967年卖给了伯克希尔,这成为我们庞大财产险业务的基础)的高中)。 我们国家有许多伟大的公司、学校、医疗机构——每个都有自己的特殊优势和才华横溢的人才。 但我觉得自己非常幸运,能有好运交到许多终身朋友,遇到我的两任妻子,在公立学校接受良好的启蒙教育,在我很小的时候就遇到许多有趣友好的成年奥马哈人,并在内布拉斯加州国民警卫队结交各种各样的朋友。 简而言之,内布拉斯加一直是家。 回顾过去,我觉得伯克希尔和我之所以能做得更好,是因为我们的根基在奥马哈,而不是在其他任何地方。美国的中心地带是一个非常适合出生、养家和创业的地方。通过愚蠢的运气,我在出生时就抽到了一根荒谬的长签。 现在让我们谈谈我的高龄。 我的基因并不是特别有帮助——家族的长寿记录(诚然往回追溯时家族记录会变得模糊)是92岁,直到我出现。 但我有明智、友好、尽职的奥马哈医生,从哈利·霍茨开始,一直持续到今天。 至少三次,我的生命得以挽救——每次都是由离我家几英里内的医生完成的。(不过,我已经放弃给护士采指纹了。95岁时你可以有很多怪癖……但也有限度。) 那些活到老年的人需要大量的好运——每天躲避香蕉皮、自然灾害、醉酒或分心的司机、雷击,等等。 但幸运女神善变,而且——没有其他词更合适——极其不公平。 在许多情况下,我们的领导人和富人得到的运气远超他们应得的份额——而受益者往往不愿承认这一点。 世袭继承人从子宫里出来的那一刻就获得了终身的经济独立,而其他人则在早年生活中面临地狱般的境遇,或者更糟糕的是,身体或精神上的残疾剥夺了我认为理所当然的一切。 在世界许多人口稠密的地方,我很可能过着悲惨的生活——而我的姐妹们的生活会更糟。 我出生于1930年——健康、相当聪明、白人、男性,而且在美国。哇!谢谢你,幸运女神。 我的姐妹们拥有同样的智慧和比我更好的性格,但面临着截然不同的前景。幸运女神在我生命的大部分时间里继续光顾,但她有比照顾90多岁的人更好的事情要做。运气有其限度。 相反,时间老人现在发现随着我年龄的增长,我变得更有趣了。而他是不败的;对他来说,每个人最终都会在他的记分卡上被记为"胜利"。 当平衡感、视力、听力和记忆力都在持续下降时,你就知道时间老人就在附近了。 我很晚才变老——其发生时间因人而异——但一旦出现,就无法否认。 令我惊讶的是,我总体感觉良好。虽然我行动缓慢,阅读越来越困难,但我每周五天都在办公室,与出色的人们一起工作。 偶尔,我会有一个有用的想法,或者收到一个我们原本可能不会收到的提议。由于伯克希尔的规模和市场水平,想法很少——但不是零。 然而,我意外的长寿对我的家人和实现我的慈善目标具有不可避免的重大影响。 让我们探讨一下。 接下来会发生什么 我的孩子们都已过正常退休年龄,分别达到了72岁、70岁和67岁。 押注所有三个人——现在在许多方面都处于巅峰——都能享受我在延缓衰老方面的非凡运气将是错误的。 为了提高他们在替代受托人取代他们之前处置掉基本上是我全部遗产的可能性,我需要加快向他们三个基金会进行终身赠与的步伐。 我的孩子们现在在经验和智慧方面处于黄金时期,但尚未进入老年。这个"蜜月期"不会永远持续。 幸运的是,调整方向很容易执行。 然而,还有一个额外因素需要考虑:我想保留大量"A"类股,直到伯克希尔股东对格雷格产生查理和我长期享有的那种信心。这种信心水平不应该需要很长时间。我的孩子们已经100%支持格雷格,伯克希尔董事们也是如此。 所有三个孩子现在都具备成熟度、智慧、精力和本能来分配一大笔财富。 当我早已离世、他们还活在世上时,如果有必要,他们还将拥有这样的优势:可以采取既有预见性又能应对联邦税收政策或其他影响慈善事业的发展的政策。 他们很可能需要适应周围显著变化的世界。从坟墓里统治的记录并不好,我也从未有过这样做的冲动。 幸运的是,所有三个孩子都主要继承了他们母亲的基因。 随着几十年的过去,我也成为了他们思考和行为的更好榜样。然而,我永远无法与他们的母亲平起平坐。 我的孩子们有三位替代受托人,以防任何过早死亡或残疾。这些替代者没有排名或与特定孩子挂钩。所有三位都是杰出的人,精通世故。他们没有相互冲突的动机。 我向我的孩子们保证,他们不需要创造奇迹,也不必害怕失败或失望。这些是不可避免的,我也犯过我的错误。 他们只需要比政府活动和/或私人慈善事业通常所实现的略有改进,同时认识到这些其他财富再分配方法也有缺点。 早期,我考虑过各种宏大的慈善计划。尽管我很固执,但这些计划证明是不可行的。 在我的许多年里,我也见证了政客、世袭选择以及无能或古怪的慈善家所做的考虑不周的财富转移。 如果我的孩子们只是做得体面,他们可以确信他们的母亲和我会很高兴。 他们的本能很好,他们每个人都有多年的实践经验,最初是很小的金额,后来不规律地增加到每年超过5亿美元。 所有三个人都喜欢长时间工作来帮助他人,各有自己的方式。 我加快向孩子们基金会进行终身赠与的速度,绝不反映我对伯克希尔前景的看法有任何改变。 格雷格·阿贝尔不仅满足了我最初认为他应该成为伯克希尔下一任CEO时对他的高期望,而且超越了。 他对我们许多业务和人员的了解远超我现在的了解,而且他在许多CEO甚至不考虑的事情上学习非常快。 我想不出一个CEO、管理顾问、学者、政府成员——随便什么人——我会选择他而不是格雷格来处理你和我的积蓄。 例如,格雷格对我们财产险业务的上升潜力和危险的理解,远超许多长期从事财产险的高管。 我希望他能保持健康几十年。 有点运气的话,伯克希尔在下个世纪应该只需要五六位CEO。它应该特别避免那些目标是65岁退休、成为炫富者或建立王朝的人。 一个令人不快的现实:偶尔,母公司或子公司的优秀而忠诚的CEO会患上痴呆症、阿尔茨海默病或其他使人衰弱的长期疾病。 查理和我多次遇到这个问题却未能采取行动。这种失败可能是一个巨大的错误。 董事会必须对CEO层面的这种可能性保持警觉,CEO必须对子公司层面的可能性保持警觉。 这说起来容易做起来难;我可以从过去大公司的几个例子中举证。我只能建议董事们要保持警觉并大声说出来。 在我有生之年,改革者试图通过要求披露老板的薪酬与普通员工薪酬的比较来让CEO们难堪。 委托书立即从早期的20页或更少膨胀到100多页。 但良好的意图没有奏效;相反,它们适得其反。 根据我的大多数观察,"A"公司的CEO看着"B"公司的竞争对手,巧妙地向董事会传达他应该值更多钱。 当然,他也提高了董事们的薪酬,并谨慎选择薪酬委员会的成员。 新规则产生了嫉妒,而不是节制。 棘轮效应开始自行发展。 经常困扰非常富有的CEO的事情——毕竟他们也是人——是其他CEO变得更富有了。 嫉妒和贪婪携手而行。 有哪个顾问曾经建议过认真削减CEO薪酬或董事报酬吗? 总体而言,伯克希尔的业务前景略好于平均水平,由几个不相关的大型宝石引领。 然而,从现在起十年或二十年后,会有许多公司做得比伯克希尔更好;我们的规模是有代价的。 伯克希尔比我所知道的任何企业都更不可能遭遇毁灭性灾难。 伯克希尔拥有比我熟悉的几乎任何公司都更有股东意识的管理层和董事会(而我见过很多)。 最后,伯克希尔将始终以使其存在成为美国资产的方式进行管理,并避免导致其成为乞求者的活动。 随着时间的推移,我们的管理者应该变得相当富有——他们承担着重要的责任——但他们没有建立王朝或炫富的欲望。 我们的股价将反复无常地波动,偶尔会下跌50%左右,就像现任管理层60年来发生过三次那样。 不要绝望;美国会回来,伯克希尔股票也会。 一些最后的想法 一个可能有点自私的观察:我很高兴地说,我对生命的后半段比前半段感觉更好。 我的建议:不要为过去的错误而自责——至少从中学到一点东西,然后继续前进。改进永远不会太晚。 找到正确的英雄并模仿他们。你可以从汤姆·墨菲开始;他是最好的。 记住阿尔弗雷德·诺贝尔,后来的诺贝尔奖的创始人,据说当他弟弟去世时,报纸搞错了,他读到了自己被误登的讣告。 他对所读到的内容感到震惊,意识到自己应该改变行为。 不要指望新闻编辑室的混乱:决定你希望你的讣告怎么写,然后过配得上它的生活。 伟大不是通过积累大量金钱、大量宣传或政府的巨大权力而来。 当你以数千种方式中的任何一种帮助某人时,你就在帮助世界。 善良是无代价的,但也是无价的。无论你是否信教,黄金法则很难被超越作为行为指南。 我写这些是作为一个无数次不周到、犯过许多错误、但也很幸运地从一些很棒的朋友那里学会如何表现得更好的人(不过仍然离完美还有很长的路)。 请记住,清洁工和董事长一样都是人。 祝所有读到这篇文章的人感恩节快乐。 是的,即使是混蛋;改变永远不会太晚。 记住要感谢美国最大化了你的机会。 但它在分配奖励时——不可避免地——是反复无常的,有时甚至是贪婪的。 非常谨慎地选择你的英雄,然后效仿他们。 你永远不会完美,但你总是可以变得更好。 关于伯克希尔 伯克希尔·哈撒韦及其子公司从事多元化的商业活动,包括保险和再保险、公用事业和能源、货运铁路运输、制造、服务和零售。 公司普通股在纽约证券交易所上市,交易代码为BRK.A和BRK.B。 ——结束—— 联系人:马克·D·汉堡 402-346-1400
巴菲特今天在他的最后一封年度信中告别,分享了一个可能有点自私的观察: 我很高兴地说,我对生命的后半段比前半段感觉更好。 我的建议:不要为过去的错误而自责——至少从中学到一点东西,然后继续前进。改进永远不会太晚。 找到正确的英雄并模仿他们。你可以从汤姆·墨菲开始;他是最好的。 记住阿尔弗雷德·诺贝尔,后来的诺贝尔奖的创始人,据说当他弟弟去世时,报纸搞错了,他读到了自己被误登的讣告。 他对所读到的内容感到震惊,意识到自己应该改变行为。 不要指望新闻编辑室的混乱:决定你希望你的讣告怎么写,然后过配得上它的生活。 伟大不是通过积累大量金钱、大量宣传或政府的巨大权力而来。 当你以数千种方式中的任何一种帮助某人时,你就在帮助世界。 善良是无代价的,但也是无价的。无论你是否信教,黄金法则很难被超越作为行为指南。 我写这些是作为一个无数次不周到、犯过许多错误、但也很幸运地从一些很棒的朋友那里学会如何表现得更好的人(不过仍然离完美还有很长的路)。 请记住,清洁工和董事长一样都是人。 祝所有读到这篇文章的人感恩节快乐。 是的,即使是混蛋;改变永远不会太晚。 记住要感谢美国最大化了你的机会。 但它在分配奖励时——不可避免地——是反复无常的,有时甚至是贪婪的。 非常谨慎地选择你的英雄,然后效仿他们。 你永远不会完美,但你总是可以变得更好。
原文内容： Here is the full letter: BERKSHIRE HATHAWAY INC. NEWS RELEASE FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE November 10, 2025 Omaha, NE (BRK.A; BRK.B) – Today, Warren E. Buffett converted 1,800 A shares into 2,700,000 B shares in order to give these B shares to four family foundations: 1,500,000 shares to The Susan Thompson Buffett Foundation and 400,000 shares to each of The Sherwood Foundation, The Howard G. Buffett Foundation and NoVo Foundation. These donations have been delivered today. Mr. Buffett’s comments to his fellow shareholders follow: To My Fellow Shareholders: I will no longer be writing Berkshire’s annual report or talking endlessly at the annual meeting. As the British would say, I’m “going quiet.” Sort of. Greg Abel will become the boss at yearend. He is a great manager, a tireless worker and an honest communicator. Wish him an extended tenure. I will continue talking to you and my children about Berkshire via my annual Thanksgiving message. Berkshire’s individual shareholders are a very special group who are unusually generous in sharing their gains with others less fortunate. I enjoy the chance to keep in touch with you. Indulge me this year as I first reminisce a bit. After that, I will discuss the plans for distribution of my Berkshire shares. Finally, I will offer a few business and personal observations. As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m grateful and surprised by my luck in being alive at 95. When I was young, this outcome did not look like a good bet. Early on, I nearly died. It was 1938 and Omaha hospitals were then thought of by its citizens as either Catholic or Protestant, a classification that seemed natural at the time. Our family doctor, Harley Hotz, was a friendly Catholic who made house calls toting a black bag. Dr. Hotz called me Skipper and never charged much for his visits. When I experienced a bad bellyache in 1938, Dr. Hotz came by and, after probing a bit, told me I would be OK in the morning. He then went home, had dinner and played a little bridge. Dr. Hotz couldn’t, however, get my somewhat peculiar symptoms out of his mind and later that night he dispatched me to St. Catherine’s Hospital for an emergency appendectomy. During the next three weeks, I felt like I was in a nunnery, and began enjoying my new “podium.” I liked to talk – yes, even then – and the nuns embraced me. To top things off, Miss Madsen, my third-grade teacher, told my 30 classmates to each write me a letter. I probably threw away the letters from the boys but read and reread those from the girls; hospitalization had its rewards. The highlight of my recovery – which actually was dicey for much of the first week – was a gift from my wonderful Aunt Edie. She brought me a very professional-looking fingerprinting set, and I promptly fingerprinted all of my attending nuns. (I was probably the first Protestant kid they had seen at St. Catherine’s and they didn’t know what to expect.) My theory – totally nutty, of course – was that someday a nun would go bad and the FBI would find that they had neglected to fingerprint nuns. The FBI and its director, J. Edgar Hoover, had become revered by Americans in the 1930s, and I envisioned Mr. Hoover, himself, coming to Omaha to inspect my invaluable collection. I further fantasized that J. Edgar and I would quickly identify and apprehend the wayward nun. National fame seemed certain. Obviously, my fantasy never materialized. But, ironically, some years later it became clear that I should have fingerprinted J. Edgar himself as he became disgraced for misusing his post. Well, that was Omaha in the 1930s, when a sled, a bicycle, a baseball glove and an electric train were coveted by me and my friends. Let’s look at a few other kids from that era, who grew up very nearby and greatly influenced my life but of whom I was for long unaware. I’ll begin with Charlie Munger, my best pal for 64 years. In the 1930s, Charlie lived a block away from the house I have owned and occupied since 1958. Early on, I missed befriending Charlie by a whisker. Charlie, 6 ⅔ years older than I, worked in the summer of 1940 at my grandfather’s grocery store, earning $2 for a 10-hour day. (Thrift runs deep in Buffett blood.) The following year I did similar work at the store, but I never met Charlie until 1959 when he was 35 and I was 28. After serving in World War II, Charlie graduated from Harvard Law and then moved permanently to California. Charlie, however, forever talked of his early years in Omaha as formative. For more than 60 years, Charlie had a huge impact on me and could not have been a better teacher and protective “big brother.” We had differences but never had an argument. “I told you so” was not in his vocabulary. In 1958, I bought my first and only home. Of course, it was in Omaha, located about two miles from where I grew up (loosely defined), less than two blocks from my in-laws, about six blocks from the Buffett grocery store and a 6–7 minute drive from the office building where I have worked for 64 years. Let’s move on to another Omahan, Stan Lipsey. Stan sold the Omaha Sun Newspapers (weeklies) to Berkshire in 1968 and a decade later moved to Buffalo at my request. The Buffalo Evening News, owned by a Berkshire affiliate, was then locked in a battle to the death with its morning competitor who published Buffalo’s only Sunday paper. And we were losing. Stan eventually built our new Sunday product, and for some years our paper – formerly hemorrhaging cash – earned over 100% annually (pre-tax) on our $33 million investment. This was important money to Berkshire in the early 1980s. Stan grew up about five blocks from my home. One of Stan’s neighbors was Walter Scott, Jr. Walter, you will remember, brought MidAmerican Energy to Berkshire in 1999. He was also a valued Berkshire director until his death in 2021 and a very close friend. Walter was Nebraska’s philanthropic leader for decades and both Omaha and the state carry his imprint. Walter attended Benson High School, which I was scheduled to attend as well – until my dad surprised everyone in 1942 by beating a four-term incumbent in a Congressional race. Life is full of surprises. Wait, there’s more. In 1959, Don Keough and his young family lived in a home located directly across the street from my house and about 100 yards away from where the Munger family had lived. Don was then a coffee salesman but was destined to become president of Coca-Cola as well as a devoted director of Berkshire. When I met Don, he was earning $12,000 a year while he and his wife Mickie were raising five children, all destined for Catholic schools (with tuition requirements). Our families became fast friends. Don came from a farm in northwest Iowa and graduated from Omaha’s Creighton University. Early on, he married Mickie, an Omaha girl. After joining Coke, Don went on to become legendary around the globe. In 1985, when Don was president of Coke, the company launched its ill-fated New Coke. Don made a famous speech in which he apologized to the public and reinstated “Old” Coke. This change of heart took place after Don explained that Coke’s incoming mail addressed to “Supreme Idiot” was promptly delivered to his desk. His “withdrawal” speech is a classic and can be viewed on YouTube. He cheerfully acknowledged that, in truth, the Coca-Cola product belonged to the public and not to the company. Sales subsequently soared. You can watch Don on https://t.co/CBymrdmZvF in a wonderful interview. (Tom Murphy and Kay Graham have a couple of gems as well.) Like Charlie Munger, Don forever remained a Midwestern boy — enthusiastic, friendly, and American to the core. Finally, Ajit Jain, born and raised in India, as well as Greg Abel, our Canadian CEO-to-be, each lived in Omaha for several years late in the 20th century. Indeed, in the 1990s, Greg lived only a few blocks away from me on Farnam Street, though we never met at the time. Can it be that there is some magic ingredient in Omaha’s water? I lived a few teenage years in Washington, D.C. (when my dad was in Congress), and in 1954 I took what I thought would be a permanent job in Manhattan. There I was treated wonderfully by Ben Graham and Jerry Newman and made many life-long friends. New York had unique assets — and still does. Nevertheless, in 1956, after only 1½ years, I returned to Omaha, never to wander again. Subsequently, my three children, as well as several grandchildren, were raised in Omaha. My children always attended public schools (graduating from the same high school that educated my dad, class of 1921; my first wife, Susie, class of 1950; as well as Charlie, Stan Lipsey, Irv and Ron Blumkin, who were key to growing Nebraska Furniture Mart; and Jack Ringwalt, class of 1923, who founded National Indemnity and sold it to Berkshire in 1967, where it became the base upon which our huge P/C operation was constructed). Our country has many great companies, great schools, great medical facilities — and each definitely has its own special advantages along with talented people. But I feel very lucky to have had the good fortune to make many lifelong friends, to meet both of my wives, to receive a great start in education at public schools, to meet many interesting and friendly adult Omahans when I was very young, and to make a wide variety of friends in the Nebraska National Guard. In short, Nebraska has been home. Looking back, I feel that both Berkshire and I did better because of our base in Omaha than if I had resided anywhere else. The center of the United States was a very good place to be born, to raise a family, and to build a business. Through dumb luck, I drew a ridiculously long straw at birth. Now let’s move on to my advanced age. My genes haven’t been particularly helpful — the family’s all-time record for longevity (admittedly family records get fuzzy as you work backwards) was 92 until I came along. But I have had wise, friendly, and dedicated Omaha doctors, starting with Harley Hotz, and continuing to this day. At least three times, my life has been saved — each with doctors based within a few miles from my home. (I have given up fingerprinting nurses, however. You can get away with many eccentricities at 95 … but there are limits.) Those who reach old age need a huge dose of good luck — daily escaping banana peels, natural disasters, drunk or distracted drivers, lightning strikes, you name it. But Lady Luck is fickle and — no other term fits — wildly unfair. In many cases, our leaders and the rich have received far more than their share of luck — which, too often, the recipients prefer not to acknowledge. Dynastic inheritors have achieved lifetime financial independence the moment they emerged from the womb, while others have arrived facing a hell-hole during their early life or, worse, disabling physical or mental infirmities that rob them of what I have taken for granted. In many heavily populated parts of the world, I would likely have had a miserable life — and my sisters would have had one even worse. I was born in 1930 — healthy, reasonably intelligent, white, male, and in America. Wow! Thank you, Lady Luck. My sisters had equal intelligence and better personalities than I but faced a much different outlook. Lady Luck continued to drop by during much of my life, but she has better things to do than work with those in their 90s. Luck has its limits. Father Time, to the contrary, now finds me more interesting as I age. And he is undefeated; for him, everyone ends up on his scorecard as “wins.” When balance, sight, hearing, and memory are all on a persistently downward slope, you know Father Time is in the neighborhood. I was late in becoming old — its onset materially varies — but once it appears, it is not to be denied. To my surprise, I generally feel good. Though I move slowly and read with increasing difficulty, I am at the office five days a week where I work with wonderful people. Occasionally, I get a useful idea or am approached with an offer we might not otherwise have received. Because of Berkshire’s size and because of market levels, ideas are few — but not zero. My unexpected longevity, however, has unavoidable consequences of major importance to my family and the achievement of my charitable objectives. Let’s explore them. What Comes Next My children are all above normal retirement age, having reached 72, 70, and 67. It would be a mistake to wager that all three — now at their peak in many respects — will enjoy my exceptional luck in delayed aging. To improve the probability that they will dispose of what will essentially be my entire estate before alternate trustees replace them, I need to step up the pace of lifetime gifts to their three foundations. My children are now at their prime in respect to experience and wisdom but have yet to enter old age. That “honeymoon” period will not last forever. Fortunately, a course correction is easy to execute. There is, however, one additional factor to consider: I would like to keep a significant amount of “A” shares until Berkshire shareholders develop the comfort with Greg that Charlie and I long enjoyed. That level of confidence shouldn’t take long. My children are already 100% behind Greg, as are the Berkshire directors. All three children now have the maturity, brains, energy, and instincts to disburse a large fortune. They will also have the advantage of being above ground when I am long gone and, if necessary, can adopt policies both anticipatory and reactive to federal tax policies or other developments affecting philanthropy. They may well need to adapt to a significantly changing world around them. Ruling from the grave does not have a great record, and I have never had an urge to do so. Fortunately, all three children received a dominant dosage of their genes from their mother. As the decades have passed, I have also become a better model for their thinking and behavior. I will never, however, achieve parity with their mother. My children have three alternate trustees in case of any premature deaths or disabilities. The alternates are not ranked or tied to a specific child. All three are exceptional humans and wise in the ways of the world. They have no conflicting motives. I have assured my children that they do not need to perform miracles nor fear failures or disappointments. These are inevitable, and I have made my share. They simply need to improve somewhat upon what generally is achieved by government activities and/or private philanthropy, recognizing these other methods of redistribution of wealth have shortcomings as well. Early on, I contemplated various grand philanthropic plans. Though I was stubborn, these did not prove feasible. During my many years, I’ve also watched ill-conceived wealth transfers by political hacks, dynastic choices and, yes, inept or quirky philanthropists. If my children simply do a decent job, they can be certain that their mother and I would be pleased. Their instincts are good and they each have had years of practice with very small sums initially that have been irregularly increased to more than $500 million annually. All three like working long hours to help others, each in their own way. The acceleration of my lifetime gifts to my children’s foundations in no way reflects any change in my views about Berkshire’s prospects. Greg Abel has more than met the high expectations I had for him when I first thought he should be Berkshire’s next CEO. He understands many of our businesses and personnel far better than I now do, and he is a very fast learner about matters many CEOs don’t even consider. I can’t think of a CEO, a management consultant, an academic, a member of government — you name it — that I would select over Greg to handle your savings and mine. Greg understands, for example, far more about both the upside potential and the dangers of our P/C insurance business than do a great many long-time P/C executives. My hope is that his health remains good for several decades. With a little luck, Berkshire should require only five or six CEOs over the next century. It should particularly avoid those whose goal is to retire at 65, to become look-at-me rich, or to initiate a dynasty. One unpleasant reality: Occasionally, a wonderful and loyal CEO of the parent or a subsidiary will succumb to dementia, Alzheimer’s, or another debilitating and long-term disease. Charlie and I encountered this problem several times and failed to act. This failure can be a huge mistake. The Board must be alert to this possibility at the CEO level and the CEO must be alert to the possibility at subsidiaries. This is easier said than done; I could cite a few examples from the past at major companies. Directors should be alert and speak up is all that I can advise. During my lifetime, reformers sought to embarrass CEOs by requiring the disclosure of the compensation of the boss compared to what was being paid to the average employee. Proxy statements promptly ballooned to 100-plus pages compared to 20 or less earlier. But the good intentions didn’t work; instead, they backfired. Based on the majority of my observations, the CEO of company “A” looked at his competitor at company “B” and subtly conveyed to his board that he should be worth more. Of course, he also boosted the pay of directors and was careful who he placed on the compensation committee. The new rules produced envy, not moderation. The ratcheting took on a life of its own. What often bothers very wealthy CEOs — they are human, after all — is that other CEOs are getting even richer. Envy and greed walk hand in hand. And what consultant ever recommended a serious cut in CEO compensation or board payments? In aggregate, Berkshire’s businesses have moderately better-than-average prospects, led by a few non-correlated and sizable gems. However, a decade or two from now, there will be many companies that have done better than Berkshire; our size takes its toll. Berkshire has less chance of a devastating disaster than any business I know. And Berkshire has a more shareholder-conscious management and board than almost any company with which I am familiar (and I’ve seen a lot). Finally, Berkshire will always be managed in a manner that will make its existence an asset to the United States and eschew activities that would lead it to become a supplicant. Over time, our managers should grow quite wealthy — they have important responsibilities — but do not have the desire for dynastic or look-at-me wealth. Our stock price will move capriciously, occasionally falling 50% or so as has happened three times in 60 years under present management. Don’t despair; America will come back and so will Berkshire shares. A Few Final Thoughts One perhaps self-serving observation: I’m happy to say I feel better about the second half of my life than the first. My advice: Don’t beat yourself up over past mistakes — learn at least a little from them and move on. It is never too late to improve. Get the right heroes and copy them. You can start with Tom Murphy; he was the best. Remember Alfred Nobel, later of Nobel Prize fame, who — reportedly — read his own obituary that was mistakenly printed when his brother died and a newspaper got mixed up. He was horrified at what he read and realized he should change his behavior. Don’t count on a newsroom mix-up: Decide what you would like your obituary to say and live the life to deserve it. Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity, or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless. Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard to beat The Golden Rule as a guide to behavior. I write this as one who has been thoughtless countless times and made many mistakes but also became very lucky in learning from some wonderful friends how to behave better (still a long way from perfect, however). Keep in mind that the cleaning lady is as much a human being as the Chairman. I wish all who read this a very happy Thanksgiving. Yes, even the jerks; it’s never too late to change. Remember to thank America for maximizing your opportunities. But it is — inevitably — capricious and sometimes venal in distributing its rewards. Choose your heroes very carefully and then emulate them. You will never be perfect, but you can always be better. About Berkshire Berkshire Hathaway and its subsidiaries engage in diverse business activities including insurance and reinsurance, utilities and energy, freight rail transportation, manufacturing, services, and retailing. Common stock of the company is listed on the New York Stock Exchange, trading symbols BRK.A and BRK.B. – End – Contact: Marc D. Hamburg 402-346-1400
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