Pain Makes Hens And Poets Cackle.

In Architecture The Pride Of Man, His Triumph Over Gravitation, His Will To Power, Assume A Visible Form. Architecture Is A Sort Of Oratory Of Power By Means Of Forms.

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

There Will Always Be Rocks In The Road Ahead Of Us. They Will Be Stumbling Blocks Or Stepping Stones; It All Depends On How You Use Them.

Beware Of Spitting Against The Wind!

From Which Stars Have We Fallen To Meet Each Other Here?