Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains,

When I Speak To You About Myself, I Am Speaking To You About Yourself. How Is It You Don't See That?

Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

All The Human And Animal Manure Which The World Wastes, If Returned To The Land, Instead Of Being Thrown Into The Sea, Would Suffice To Nourish The World.

Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.

What A Grand Thing, To Be Loved! What A Grander Thing Still, To Love!