Out Of The Shadows Of Night The

Glorious Indeed Is The World Of God Around Us, But More Glorious The World Of God Within Us.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Art Of All The Arts. Painting And Sculpture Are But Images, Are Merely Shadows Cast By Outward Things On Stone Or Canvas, Having In Themselves No Separate Existence. Architecture, Existing In Itself, And Not In Seeming A Something It Is Not, Surpasses Them As Substance Shadow.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past. It Comes Not Back Again.

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

The Sea Hath Its Pearls The Heaven Hath Its Stars But My Heart, My Heart Has Its Love.