A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
All the words I have to say have turned into stars.
Joy came always after pain.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is...
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.