Insanity Is A Lack Of Proportion.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

Rome Is All Things High And Low. It Is Like God, It Accommodates So Much.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

I Love Cloisters, Which Are The Architectural Equivalent Of A Theological Concept: Perfect Freedom Within Set Boundaries.