“O freedom, first delight of human kind!”

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

By education most have been misled.

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?

Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

And plenty makes us poor.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

To love is to take delight in happiness of another, or, what amounts to the same thing, it is to account another’s happiness as one’s own.

What counts more than style is whether architecture improves our experience of the built world; whether it makes us wonder why we never noticed places in quite this way before.

To love is to be delighted by the happiness of someone, or to experience pleasure upon the happiness of another. I define this as true love.

It’s a wonderful destiny! God made no mistakes when God wrote the beautiful, unfolding pattern of delight as You!

It is more important than ever that we receive that extra dimension of dignity or delight and the elevated sense of self that the art of building can provide through the nature of the places where we live and work.

Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame

Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.