Learn To Labour And To Wait.

What Child Has A Heart To Sing In This Capricious Clime Of Ours, When Spring Comes Sailing In From The Sea, With Wet And Heavy Cloud-sails And The Misty Pennon Of The East-wind Nailed To The Mast.

The Greatest Firmness Is The Greatest Mercy.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

Everyone Says That Forgiveness Is A Lovely Idea Until He Has Something To Forgive.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Art Of All The Arts. Painting And Sculpture Are But Images, Are Merely Shadows Cast By Outward Things On Stone Or Canvas, Having In Themselves No Separate Existence. Architecture, Existing In Itself, And Not In Seeming A Something It Is Not, Surpasses Them As Substance Shadow.