I Wonder More And More Just Where

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.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

I Am Living On Hope And Faith ... A Pretty Good Diet When The Mind Will Receive Them.

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.

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