“And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.”

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

Full wise is he that can himself know.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

Mercy surpasses justice.

All good things must come to an end.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

There’s never a new fashion but it’s old.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.

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.

O freedom, first delight of human kind!