O gentle vision in the dawn: My spirit over faint cool water glides, Child of the day, To thee; And thou art drawn By kindred impulse over silver tides The dreamy way To me.

When the tea is brought at five o'clock And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there.

The white saucer like some full moon descends / At last from the clouds of the table above.

What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went So deep into the firmament.

Cupid has offered his arrows for Jesus to try;He has offered his bow for the game.But Jesus went weeping away, and left him there wondering why.

When the tea is brought at five o'clockAnd all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyesIs suddenly purring there.

What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little button glowing.Never in my life I wentSo deep into the firmament.

I am often asked the question How can the masses permit themselves to be exploited by the few. The answer is By being persuaded to identify with them.

Those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world usually do.

Today, if you want to access a typical out-of-print book, you have only one choice - fly to one of a handful of leading libraries in the country and hope to find it in the stacks.

But everyone has a touch of madness, and those who can't admit it are usually farther gone than the rest of us.

All are not merry that dance lightly.

Market growth alone doesn't give you enough tailwind. You have to create your own. The way to do that is by designing products for consumers that wow them.

I had made what I believe was one of the more valuable decisions of my business life. This was to confine all efforts solely to making major gains in the long-run.

The cutting edge of service is always being honed and polished.

He who climbs a cliff may die on the cliff, so what? Always a risk-taker by nature, now I became one by intent.

That which a man spits against heaven, shall fall back on his own face.