The Line Of Beauty Is

We Do Not Count A Man's Years Until He Has Nothing Else To Count.

Every Mind Must Know The Whole Lesson For Itself,-must Go Over The Whole Ground. What It Does Not See, What It Does Not Live, It Will Not Know.

Genius Seems To Consistent Merely In Trueness Of Sight.

The Brevity Of Human Life Gives A Melancholy To The Profession Of The Architect.

Cupid Is A Casuist, A Mystic, And A Cabalist,-- Can Your Lurking Thought Surprise, And Interpret Your Device, . . . . All Things Wait For And Divine Him,-- How Shall I Dare To Malign Him?