It is not possible to design always the same. How to be different in each different place - that is the most important work and duty of the architect to find out.

People happy in love have an air of intensity.

Stendhal

Whatever you do, don't do it halfway.

Bob Beamon

There is only one thing for a man to do who is married to a woman who enjoys spending money, and that is enjoy earning it.

Ogden Nash

Great doubts deep wisdom. Small doubts little wisdom.

Chinese Proverb

What we have to learn to do, we learn by doing.

Aristotle

One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The remaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

Aldous Huxley

The church must be reminded that it is not the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

How would your life be different ifYou pretended those around you were deaf to your words? Let today be the dayYou let your actions speak and communicate your feelings and intentions.

Steve Maraboli

Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away.

Henry de Bracton

I believe patriotism comes from the heart. Patriotism is voluntary. It is a feeling of loyalty and allegiance that is the result of knowledge and belief.

Jesse Ventura

What people had had shed and left--a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded skirts and coats in wardrobes--those alone kept the human shape and in the emptiness indicated how once they were filled and animated; how once hands were busy with hooks and buttons; how once the looking-glass had held a face; had held a world hollowed out in which a figure turned, a hand flashed, the door opened, in came children rushing and tumbling; and went out again. Now, day after day, light turned, like a flower reflected in water, its sharp image on the wall opposite. Only the shadows of the trees, flourishing in the wind, made obeisance on the wall, and for a moment darkened the pool in which light reflected itself; or birds, flying, made a soft spot flutter slowly across the bedroom floor.

Virginia Woolf

What the White man had won with so much blood and dishonesty was not the living land of the Red man, but the corpse of that land. It was decay that the White man won. It would turn to dust in his hands, Alvin knew it.

Orson Scott Card