Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.