The Tyger A Poem by William Blake www.poetryfoundation.org Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It's a Magical World
Scenery What is designed and made outlasts the people for whose profit and for whose use it was made. We may think we are designing furniture of motor cars, but we are not. If we are designing a motor car for one man, we are designing scenery for fifty thousand others. David Pye, The Nature and Aesthetics of Design And thus the heart will break design