This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.

... life falls into place only with God.

If there is no God, nothing matters. If there is a God, nothing else matters.

I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world

Cycle trails will abound in Utopia.

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.