When I went to high school I had a teacher, in the arts, who was head of the department of Central High, William Grey, and he gave a course in Architecture, the only course in any high school I am sure, in Greek, Roman, Renaissance, Egyptian, and Gothic Architecture, and at that point two of my colleagues and myself realized that only Architecture was to be my life. How accidental our existences are, really, and how full of influence by circumstance.
I admire machinery as much as any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for us. But, it will never be a substitute for the face of a man, with his soul in it, encouraging another man to be brave and true.
Charles Dickens
[…] until the wise among men have again become happy in their folly and the poor happy in their wealth.
I watched the Queen open her handbag and remove a white suction cup and discretely spit into it. The Queen then attached the cup to the underside of the table. The cup had a hook on it, and she attached her handbag to it.
Sono stato vittima dei miei pensieri.
My advice is to do what you can this second. Big plans that rely on other people, new equipment, long periods of time … they’re no good. What can you do right now?
My daily affairs are quite ordinary;
but I’m in total harmony with them.
I don’t hold on to anything, don’t reject anything;
nowhere an obstacle or conflict.
Who cares about wealth and honour?
Even the poorest thing shines.
My miraculous power and spiritual activity:
drawing water and carrying wood.
MR BARR: Sir, would you like a break now before we call the final witness of the morning?
LORD JUSTICE LEVESON: We’ll need a break some time. If it’s more convenient now, Mr Barr, as long as you don’t blame it on me, then I’m comfortable to have it now. If you want to carry on, whatever.
MR BARR: I wouldn’t dream of blaming you, sir.
LORD JUSTICE LEVESON: You were, actually. All right. We’ll take a couple of minutes.