The Man Who Acts Never Has Any

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

Without Haste! Without Rest! Bind The Motto To Thy Breast! Bear It With Thee As A Spell; Storm Or Sunshine , Guard It Well.

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent. [ger., Das Uebel Macht Eine Geschichte Und Das Gute Keine.]

Not All That Is Presented To Us As History Has Really Happened; And What Really Happened Did Not Actually Happen The Way It Is Presented To Us; Moreover, What Really Happened Is Only A Small Part Of All That Happened. Everything In History Remains Uncertain, The Largest Events As Well As The Smallest Occurrence.

I Call Architecture Frozen Music.