We Have Time Enough If We But

Nature Is, After All, The Only Book That Offers Important Content On Every Page.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Ignorance In Action.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!