I Am Waylaid By Beauty.

A Poem From Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was It For This I Uttered Prayers, And Sobbed And Cursed And Kicked The Stairs, That Now, Domestic As A Plate, I Should Retire At Half-past Eight?

What The Customer Demands Is Last Year's Model, Cheaper. To Find Out What The Customer Needs You Have To Understand What The Customer Is Doing As Well As He Understands It. Then You Build What He Needs And You Educate Him To The Fact That He Needs It.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom, Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be. Common As A Dandelion-blossom, Beautiful In The Clean Grass, Not Beautiful Because Common, Beautiful Because Beautiful, Noble Because Common, Because Free.

When I Can Make Of Ten Small Words A Rope To Hang The World! "i Had You And I Have You Now No More.