I might believe in the Redeemer if his followers looked more redeemed.
What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.
I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding
Some men are born posthumously.
In architecture the pride of man, his triumph over gravitation, his will to power, assume a visible form. Architecture is a sort of oratory of power by means of forms.
The wittiest authors evoke a barely perceptible smile.