Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

For every benefit you receive a tax is levied.

Do not you see that every misfortune is misconduct; that every honour is desert; that every effort is an insolence of your own?...You carry your fortune in your own hand.

What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.

My son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. You can never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very rich man, and now the poorest of all.

The brevity of human life gives a melancholy to the profession of the architect.