Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

The events of human life, whether public or private, are so intimately linked to architecture that most observers can reconstruct nations or individuals in all the truth of their habits from the remains of their monuments or from their domestic relics.

A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.

While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.