If you are constantly making judgments based on superficial affiliations, your world gets to be pretty small.
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
Strategy is about making choices, trade-offs; it’s about deliberately choosing to be different.
You can’t have a healthy society unless you have healthy companies that are making a profit, that are employing people and that are growing.
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet, like an acrobat, climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.
All my time not devoted to my master’s service was spent either in prayer, or in making experiments in casting different things in moulds made of earth, in attempting to make paper, gunpowder, and many other experiments, that, although I could not perfect, yet convinced me of its practicability if I had the means.
I credit poetry for making this space-walk possible.
What leads to unhappiness, is making pleasure the chief aim.
Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.