One Mind Is Enough For

Only By Joy And Sorrow Does A Person Know Anything About Themselves And Their Destiny. They Learn What To Do And What To Avoid.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

Mountains Cannot Be Surmounted Except By Winding Paths.

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.

The Question "from Where Does The Poet Get It?" Addresses Only The What, Nobody Learns Anything About The How When Asking That Question.