Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

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.

A person is never happy till their vague strivings has itself marked out its proper limitations.

Happy is it, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching its daily growth.

It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe

Whoever makes it a rule to test action by thought, thought by action, cannot falter, and if he does, will soon find his way back to the right road.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it; and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.