All men are ready to invest their money
But most expect dividends.
I say to you: Make perfect your will.
I say: take no thought of the harvest,
But only of proper sowing ....
When the Stranger says, "What is the meaning of this city?
Do you huddle close together because you love each other?"
What will you answer? "We dwell together
To make money from each other?" or "This is a community?"
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Don't Expect to Read This on CNBC's Masthead
From T. S. Eliot's Choruses from The Rock (1934):
Posted by S-townMike at 3/19/2009 03:35:00 PM
Labels: Culture, Market Values, Poetry
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This is absolutely GREAT! Thanks for a really wonderful quote -- that fits our situation to a "t".ReplyDelete