A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

America is a lunatic asylum.

A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.