Where is the man who has the strength to be true, and to show himself as he is?

The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity - a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

What by a straight path cannot be reached by crooked ways is never won.

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

To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.