A country without a memory is a country of madmen.

The quality of wit inspires more admiration than confidence

Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.

Does the thoughtful man suppose that...the present experiment in civilization is the last world we will see?

Language is like money, without which specific relative values may well exist and be felt, but cannot be reduced to a common denominator.

Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.

Lovely promise and quick ruin are seen nowhere better than in Gothic architecture.