Never Was Catholicism, Never Were The Ideas

To Build A City Where It Is Impossible To Build A City Is Madness In Itself, But To Build There One Of The Most Elegant And Grandest Of Cities Is The Madness Of Genius.

Every Man Who Has Lived For Fifty Years Has Buried A Whole World Or Even Two; He Has Grown Used To Its Disappearance And Accustomed To The New Scenery Of Another Act: But Suddenly The Names And Faces Of A Time Long Dead Appear More And More Often On His Way, Calling Up Series Of Shades And Pictures Kept Somewhere, "just In Case," In The Endless Catacombs Of The Memory, Making Him Smile Or Sigh, And Sometimes Almost Weep.

We Think The Purpose Of A Child Is To Grow Up Because It Does Grow Up. But Its Purpose Is To Play, To Enjoy Itself, To Be A Child. If We Merely Look To The End Of The Process, The Purpose Of Life Is Death

A Generation Which Has Passed Through The Shop Has Absorbed Standards And Ambitions Which Are Not Of Those Of Spaciousness, And Cannot Get Away From Them. Everything With Them Is Done As Though For Sale, And They Naturally Have In View The Greatest Possible Benefit, Profit And That End Of The Stuff That Will Make The Best Show.

I Believe What I Write To Be The Truth...every Man Who Is Not Indifferent To The Truth Has A Weakness For Spreading It About.