Time Itself Is An Element.

Sound And Sufficient Reason Falls, After All, To The Share Of But Few Men, And Those Few Men Exert Their Influence In Silence.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

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

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.