Architecture Is Crystallized Music.

The Loss Of A Much-prized Treasure Is Only Half Felt When We Have Not Regarded Its Tenure As Secure.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

The Bad Thing Is That Thinking About Thought Doesn't Help At All; One Has To Have It From Nature So That The Good Ideas Appear Before Us Like Free Children Of God Calling To Us: Here We Are.

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

Correction Does Much, But Encouragement Does More.