Ideas In The Head Set Hands About

The Passions Refuse To Be Organized On A Basis Of Their Own; Hostile To Personal Freedom And One Another, They Rush Precipitately Into Anarchy And Mob Rule.

If The Ancients Left Us Ideas, To Our Credit Be It Spoken That We Moderns Are Building Houses For Them -- Structures Which Neither Plato Nor Archimedes Had Dreamed Possible.

While One Finds Company In Himself And His Pursuits, He Cannot Feel Old, No Matter What His Years May Be.

Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify The Streams.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.