Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Mysterious in the light of day, nature retains her veil, despite our clamours: That which she does not willingly display cannot be wrenched from her with levers, screws and hammers.

Say what we may of the inadequacy of translation, yet the work is and will always be one of the weightiest and worthiest undertakings in the general concerns of the world.

I have found among my papers a sheet . . . in which I call architecture frozen music.

Nothing tells more about the character of a man than the things he makes fun of.

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.