Do right and you will be conspicuous.

It is human to exaggerate the merits of the dead.

The work that is really a man's own work is play and not work at all.

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

Human Beings are the only animals that blush, or need to.

Architects cannot teach nature anything.

What is there that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man's breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery!