Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A

In Architecture The Pride Of Man, His Triumph Over Gravitation, His Will To Power, Assume A Visible Form. Architecture Is A Sort Of Oratory Of Power By Means Of Forms.

This Is What Is Hardest: To Close The Open Hand Because One Loves.

His (the Theologian) Basic Instinct Of Self Preservation Forbids Him To Respect Reality At Any Point Or Even To Let It Get A Word In.

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

You Say It Is The Good Cause That Hallows Even War? I Say Unto You: It Is The Good War That Hallows Any Cause.