As To The Garden, It Seems To

It Is For Him That Is Lonely Or In Prison To Dream Of Fellowship, But For Him That Is Of A Fellowship To Do And Not To Dream.

It Is The Childlike Part Of Us That Produces Works Of The Imagination. When We Were Children Time Passed So Slow With Us That We Seemed To Have Time For Everything.

With The Arrogance Of Youth, I Determined To Do No Less Than To Transform The World With Beauty. If I Have Succeeded In Some Small Way, If Only In One Small Corner Of The World, Amongst The Men And Women I Love, Then I Shall Count Myself Blessed, And Blessed, And Blessed, And The Work Goes On.

Architecture Would Lead Us To All The Arts, As It Did With Earlier Mean: But If We Despise It And Take No Note Of How We Are Housed, The Other Arts Will Have A Hard Time Of It Indeed.

Another Thing Much Too Commonly Seen, Is An Aberration Of The Human Mind Which Otherwise I Should Have Been Ashamed To Warn You Of. It Is Technically Called Carpet-gardening. Need I Explain It Further? I Had Rather Not, For When I Think Of It, Even When I Am Quite Alone, I Blush With Shame At The Thought.