Get the habit of analysis - analysis will in time enable synthesis to become your habit of mind.

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I feel coming on a strange disease - humility.

I feel coming on a strange disease - humility.

An idea is salvation by imagination.

An idea is salvation by imagination.

Buildings too are children of Earth and Sun.

Buildings too are children of Earth and Sun.

Think simple as my old master used to say - meaning reduce the whole of its parts into the simplest

Think simple, as my old master used to say - meaning reduce the whole of its parts into the simplest terms, getting back to first principles.

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    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

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    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

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