Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.

Every man has enough power left to carry out that of which he is convinced.

All men would be masters of others, and no man is lord of himself.

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.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.

One's roused by this, another finds that fit: Each loves the play for what he brings to it.