It was Chicago with its World's Fair which vivified the national desire for civic beauty.

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood.

Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die.

Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.

A noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die.

The only way to handle big business is to delegate, delegate, delegate.

Scuttle no small plans. They have no magic to stir single issue individuals into a group of people against everything.

Make no little plans they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized.

Is this love? Does love need to hurt this much? Or is this a forced kind of love that slaughters all involved?

Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.

I know my limitations. I know I'm not perfect. I know what I know, but more importantly, I know what I don't know. When I don't know something, I surround myself with people I can trust to teach me.

will there ever be a drama more beautiful than that of eating?

If it were not for the war, this war would suit me down to the ground.

Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.

How does the artist function as poet-slash-witness-slash-trickster?

It is a shame for the soul to be first to give way in this life, when thy body does not give way.

Not doing things you can do is the whole point of laziness. Not doing something you can't do is just sensible.