Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman,

Poets And Kings Are But The Clerks Of Time, Tiering The Same Dull Webs Of Discontent, Clipping The Same Sad Alnage Of The Years.

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

Life Is The Game That Must Be Played.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

The Typical Entrepreneur Is No Longer The Bold And Tireless Man Of Marshall, Or The Sly And Rapacious Moneybags Of Marx, But A Mass Of Inert Shareholders, Indistinguishable From Rentiers, Who Employ Salaried Managers To Run Their Concerns.