Youth is but the painted shell within which, continually growing, lives that wondrous thing the spirit of a man, biding its moment of apparition, earlier in some than in others.
Lew WallaceA man thirty years old, I said to myself, should have his field of life all ploughed, and his planting well done; for after that it is summer time.
Lew WallaceThe architect had not stopped to bother about columns and porticos, proportions or interiors, or any limitation upon the epic he sought to materialize; he had simply made a servant of Nature - art can go no further.
Lew Wallace