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If The Whole World I Once Could See On Free Soil Stand, With The People Free Then To The Moment Might I Say, Linger Awhile. . .so Fair Thou Art.

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

Men's Prejudices Rest Upon Their Character For The Time Being And Cannot Be Overcome, As Being Part And Parcel Of Themselves. Neither Evidence Nor Common Sense Nor Reason Has The Slightest Influence Upon Them.

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

Nothing Puts Me So Completely Out Of Patience As The Utterance Of A Wretched Commonplace When I Am Talking From My Inmost Heart.