The Greatest Act Of Faith Takes Place

Every Second Is Of Infinite Value.

When We See The Many Grave-stones Which Have Fallen In, Which Have Been Defaced By The Footsteps Of The Congregation, Which Lie Buried Under The Ruins Of The Churches, That Have Themselves Crumbled Together Over Them; We May Fancy The Life After Death To Be As A Second Life, Into Which Man Enters In The Figure, Or The Picture Or The Inscription, And Lives Longer There Than When He Was Really Alive. But This Figure Also, This Second Existence, Dies Out Too, Sooner Or Later. Time Will Not Allow Himself To Be Cheated Of His Rights With The Monuments Of Men Or With Themselves.

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

When Scholars Study A Thing, They Strive To Kill It First, If It's Alive; Then They Have The Parts And The'be Lost The Whole, For The Link That's Missing Was The Living Soul.

We Are Shaped And Fashioned By What We Love