The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
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