Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.
To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.
One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.
It is often our best friends who throw us down.