Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something.

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.

I am very anxious to please the public, particularly as it lives and lets live.

The force of a language does not consist of rejecting what is foreign but of swallowing it.

True love is love that stays constant for ever, whatever it's fortune; whether requited or scored, filled or sent empty away.

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

People can only live with their equals, and not even with them; for in the long run they cannot tolerate that someone is their equal.