Let Us Live, While We

I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

The Formation Of One's Character Ought To Be Everyone's Chief Aim.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.

Lose The Day Loitering, 'twill Be The Same Story To-morrow, And The Next More Dilatory, For Indecision Brings Its Own Delays, And Days Are Lost Lamenting O'er Lost Days. Are You In Earnest? Seize This Very Minute! What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It! Only Engage, And Then The Mind Grows Heated; Begin It, And The Work Will Be Completed.