Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?

I have found a paper of mine among some others in which I call architecture 'petrified music.' Really there is something in this; the tone of mind produced by architecture approaches the effect of music.

Everything is hard before it is easy.

Few rash of any modern nation have a proper sense of an aesthetical whole; they praise and blame by parts; they are charmed by passages. And who has greater reason to rejoice in this than actors, since the stage is ever but a patched and piecemeal matter?

The eye doesn't see any shapes, it sees only what is differentiated through light and dark or through colors.

Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.

Whatever we think out, whatever we take in hand to do, should be perfectly and finally finished, that the world, if it must alter, will only have to spoil it; we have then nothing to do but unite the severed, to recollect and restore the dismembered.