With Few Words I Shall Make Thee

Critique By Creating.

It Is Therefore Indisputable That The Limbs Of Architecture Are Derived From The Limbs Of Man.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

Beauty Is The Purgation Of Superfluities.

Lord Free Me Of Myself, So I Can Please You!