This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

I am waylaid by beauty.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

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.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry.