Being 'contented' ought to mean in English, as it does in French, being pleased. Being content with an attic ought not to mean being unable to move from it and resigned to living in it; it ought to mean appreciating all there is in such a position.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.

We lose our bearings entirely by speaking of the 'lower classes' when we mean humanity minus ourselves.

I still hold. . .that the suburbs ought to be either glorified by romance and religion or else destroyed by fire from heaven, or even by firebrands from the earth.

Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

Life is indeed terribly complicated—to a man who has lost his principles.

It was not the house that grew dull, but I that grew dull in it. My wife was better than all women, and yet I could not feel it.