No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.

Even The West Has Known The Architecture Of Empty Space, Whose Object, For Thousands Of Years, Has Been Less To Construct Divine Houses, Than To Create Sacred Places, To Seize Upon Mystery And To Immerse Man In It-whether By Raising The Cyclopean Pedestal That Surrounds Him With Stars, Or By Hollowing Out The Sanctuary That Wraps Him In Haunted Night.

Every Great Masterpiece Is A Purification Of The World.

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

A Break In The Established Order Is Never The Work Of Chance. It Is The Outcome Of A Man's Resolve To Turn Life To Account.

Man Knows That The World Is Not Made On A Human Scale; And He Wishes That It Were.