Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

Your Dollar Is Your Only Word, / The Wrath Of It Your Only Fear. / You Build It Altars Tall Enough / To Make You See, But Your Are Blind; / You Cannot Leave It Long Enough / To Look Before You Or Behind.

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

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.

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