I Had Rather Be Mercury,

Let Us Live, While We Are Alive!

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

The Mark Of Highest Originality Lies In The Ability To Develop A Familiar Idea So Fruitfully That It Would Seem No One Else Would Ever Have Discovered So Much To Be Hidden In It.

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

Correction Does Much, But Encouragement Does More.