The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.
You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
I stand up for what I believe in, and I don't back down.
The true architecture of our time will be one that reflects our spiritual needs.