The Last Act Crowns The Play.

One Who Does Not Know When To Die, Does Not Know How To Live.

There Is Material Enough In A Single Flower For The Ornament Of A Score Of Cathedrals.

It Was Stated, . . . That The Value Of Architecture Depended On Two Distinct Characters:--the One, The Impression It Receives From Human Power; The Other, The Image It Bears Of The Natural Creation.

It Seems A Fantastic Paradox, But It Is Nevertheless A Most Important Truth, That No Architecture Can Be Truly Noble Which Is Not Imperfect.

The History Of Humanity Is Not The History Of Its Wars, But The History Of Its Households.