In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in great architecture, great painting and great literature. Only in the atmosphere thus engendered floats that impalpable dust of ideas which is the real culture. A colony of ants or bees will never create a Parthenon.

If proportion is the good breeding of architecture, symmetry, or the answering of one part to another, may be defined as the sanity of decoration.