“The ruins proclaim the building was beautiful.”
“Does God proclaim Himself in the wonders of creation? No. All things proclaim Him, all things speak. Their beauty is the voice by which they announce God, by which they sing, "It is you who made me beautiful, not me myself but you.”
“Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.”
“Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.”
“Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.”
“My beautiful proof lies all in ruins.”