The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!

The greatest tragedy to befall a person is to have sight but lack vision.

What can rulers, nobility and all the lords of the earth say to justify the horrible killing and maiming of twenty or thirty million valuable men who a short while ago ploughed, dug, wove, built, guided the traffic of the world, took their pleasure, loved their fellows, cherished their families, and feared naught?

He who is content with what has been done is an obstacle in the path of progress.

The tragic side of many architectural enterprises is that they destroy natural beauties which are a priceless possession and cannot be replaced.