Speak But One Word To Me.

Simplicity Of Life, Even The Barest, Is Not A Misery, But The Very Foundation Of Refinement; A Sanded Floor And Whitewashed Walls And The Green Trees, And Flowery Meads, And Living Waters Outside; Or A Grimy Palace Amid The Same With A Regiment Of Housemaids Always Working To Smear The Dirt Together So That It May Be Unnoticed; Which, Think You, Is The Most Refined, The Most Fit For A Gentleman Of Those Two Dwellings?

If There Is A Reason For Keeping The Wall Very Quiet, Choose A Pattern That Works All Over Without Pronounced Lines...put Very Succinctly, Architectural Effect Depends Upon A Nice Balance Of Horizontal, Vertical And Oblique. No Rules Can Say How Much Of Each; So Nothing Can Really Take The Place Of Feeling And Good Judgement.

There Was A Knight Came Riding By In Early Spring, When The Roads Were Dry; And He Heard That Lady Sing At The Noon, Two Red Roses Across The Moon.

It Has Become An Article Of The Creed Of Modern Morality That All Labour Is Good In Itself -- A Convenient Belief To Those Who Live On The Labour Of Others. But As To Those On Whom They Live, I Recommend Them Not To Take It On Trust, But To Look Into The Matter A Little Deeper.

Simplicity Of Life, Even The Barest, Is Not A Misery, But The Very Foundation Of Refinement.