One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.