For The Nature Of Women Is Closely

The Passions Are Like Those Demons With Which Afrasahiab Sailed Down The Orus. Our Only Safety Consists In Keeping Them Asleep. If They We Are Lost.

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine.

What A Day It Is When We Must Envy The Men In Their Graves.

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.