Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains, Are The

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

The Earth Is A Great Piece Of Stupidity.

The Soul Has Illusions As The Bird Has Wings: It Is Supported By Them.

Is It Not When The Fall Is The Lowest That Charity Ought To Be The Greatest?

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.