How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.

Under My Head Till Morning; But The Rain, Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight, That Tap And Sigh, Upon The Glass And Listen For Reply.

And All The Loveliest Things There Be Come Simply, So It Seems To Me.

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.