The Formation Of One's Character Ought To

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

Men In A State Of Nature, Uncivilized Nations, Children, Have A Great Fondness For Colors In Their Utmost Brightness, And Especially For Yellow-red.

What We Don't Understand We Don't Possess.

A Really Great Talent Finds Its Happiness In Execution.