I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And

A Structure Becomes Architectural, And Not Sculptural, When Its Elements No Longer Have Their Justification In Nature.

Twentieth Pupil Of The Centuries Knows Its Stuff And Bird-changed This Century Like Jesus Climbs The Sky.

It's Raining My Soul, It's Raining, But It's Raining Dead Eyes.

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

Matisse Renovates Rather Than Innovates.