The Oversoul Is Before Time, And Time,

The World We Live In Is But Thickened Light.

For All Men Live By Truth, And Stand In Need Of Expression. In Love, In Art, In Avarice, In Politics, In Labor, In Games, We Study To Utter Our Painful Secret. The Man Is Only Half Himself, The Other Half Is His Expression.

The Brevity Of Human Life Gives A Melancholy To The Profession Of The Architect.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.

All The Devils Respect Virtue.