True Art Can Only Spring From The

Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.

We Are Shaped And Fashioned By What We Love.- Henry Ward Beecher - I Never Knew How To Worship Until I Knew How To Love.

I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times... Man Is A Dialogue Between Nature And God. On Other Planets This Dialogue Will Doubtless Be Of A Higher And Profounder Character. What Is Lacking Is Self-knowledge. After That The Rest Will Follow.

Yes, My Love, Who Soever Lives, Loses, . . . But He Also Wins. [ger., Ja, Meine Liebe, Wer Lebt, Verliebt . . . Aber Er Gewinnt Auch.]

The Fate Of The Architect Is The Strangest Of All. How Often He Expends His Whole Soul, His Whole Heart And Passion, To Produce Buildings Into Which He Himself May Never Enter.