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There are three forms of visual art: Painting is art to look at, sculpture is art you can walk around, read more
There are three forms of visual art: Painting is art to look at, sculpture is art you can walk around, and architecture is art you can walk through
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As best gem upon her zone.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As best gem upon her zone.
All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons read more
All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons in that space.
Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul
Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and read more
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new, before they're ended.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new, before they're ended.
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the read more
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the curve drawn on a paper two inches long,
is just as magnificent, just as symbolic of divine mysteries and
melodies, as when embodied in the span of some cathedral roof.
For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down
the middle wall of partition read more
For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down
the middle wall of partition between us; . . .
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.