Death Devours All Lovely Things.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.

Now The Autumn Shudders In The Rose's Root. Far And Wide The Ladders Lean Among The Fruit. Now The Autumn Clambers Up The Trellised Frame, And The Rose Remembers The Dust From Which It Came. Brighter Than The Blossom On The Rose's Bough Sits The Wizened Orange, Bitter Berry Now; Beauty Never Slumbers; All Is In Her Name; But The Rose Remembers The Dust From Which It Came.

Progress-progress Is The Dirtiest Word In The Language-who Ever Told Us- And Made Us Believe It-that To Take A Step Forward Was Necessarily, Was Always A Good Idea?

Thus In The Winter Stands The Lonely Tree, Nor Knows What Birds Have Vanished One By One, Yet Knows Its Boughs More Silent Than Before

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.