We have lost faith in the formal powers of the mind, not, as some suppose, because our universe is too difficult to grasp, but because we lack the inner principle of order.

Order marches with weighty and measured strides; disorder is always in a hurry.

Peace is present when man can see the face that is composed of things that have meaning and are in their place. Peace is present when things form part of a whole greater than their sum, as the diverse minerals in the ground collect to become the tree.

Order always weighs on the individual. Disorder makes him wish for the police or for death. These are two extreme circumstances in which human nature is not at ease.

Order is a lovely thing; On disarray it lays its wing, Teaching simplicity to sing.

Order is heaven's first law.

A place for everything, and everything in its place.