Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the moon That pitches common things about.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To…

O what fine thought we had because we thought That the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

I have seen the future, and it looks a lot like the present.

'Management is the gate through which social and economic and political change, indeed change in every direction, is diffused though society.'

Today's shocks are tomorrow's conventions.