A realist is a man who insists on making the same mistakes his grandfather did.

There is no wisdom like frankness.

It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.

What is wanted in architecture, as in so many things, is a man. ... One suggestion might be made-no profession in England has done its duty until it has furnished a victim. ... Even our boasted navy never achieved a great victory until we shot an admiral. Suppose an architect were hanged? Terror has its inspiration, as well as competition.

You know who the critics are? The men who have failed in literature and art.

Silence is the mother of truth.

Enthusiasm is the breath of genius.