The Principle Of The Gothic Architecture Is

No Man Does Anything From A Single Motive.

All Nature Seems At Work. Slugs Leave Their Lair The Bees Are Stirring, Birds Are On The Wing, And Winter Slumbering In The Open Air, Wears On His Smiling Face A Dream Of Spring.

That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears And Light.

To Be Beloved Is All I Need, And Whom I Love, I Love Indeed.

A Man Of Maxims Only Is Like A Cyclops With One Eye, And That In The Back Of His Head.