One Ought, Everyday, To Hear A Song,

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.

Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear One's Own Convictions From Another's Lips.

Those That Are Firm In Their Will Mold The World To Themselves.

Insofar As He Makes Use Of His Healthy Senses, Man Himself Is The Best And Most Exact Scientific Instrument Possible. The Greatest Misfortune Of Modern Physics Is That Its Experiments Have Been Set Apart From Man, As It Were, Physics Refuses To Recognize Nature In Anything Not Shown By Artificial Instruments, And Even Uses This As A Measure Of Its Accomplishments.