We require from buildings two kinds of goodness: first, the doing their practical duty well: then that they be graceful and pleasing in doing it.
I was sick of cars driving right past me.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
My head rang like a gong.
He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
The undertaking of a new action brings new strength.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.