It Is Well With Me Only When

If The Wine Is Not Good, Then Throw It Out!

It Is Therefore Indisputable That The Limbs Of Architecture Are Derived From The Limbs Of Man.

Let Whoever May Have Attained To So Much As To Have The Power Of Drawing Know That He Holds A Great Treasure.

No One Has Mastery, Before He Is At The End, Of His Art And His Life.

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.