The cross is the surest, truest and deepest window on the very heart and character of the living and loving God.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

The good building is not one that hurts the landscape, but one which makes the landscape more beautiful than it was before the building was built.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

We create our buildings and then they create us. Likewise, we construct our circle of friends and our communities and then they construct us.

Form follows function - that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union.

I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

You have to go wholeheartedly into anything in order to achieve anything worth having.

I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear Readers, are an afterthought.

The Lethean Library, for all its incalculable volumes, is, I know, sadly incomplete without Mr. Goodman's effort.

True freedom is where an individual's thoughts and actions are in alignment with that which is true, correct, and of honor - no matter the personal price.

We are like violins. We can be used as doorstops, or we can make music.

People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

The talkative listen to no one, for they are ever speaking. And the first evil that attends those who know not to be silent is that they hear nothing.

It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.

So in war, the way is to avoid what is strong, and strike at what is weak.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.