Perseverance is a silent power that grows irresistibly greater with time.

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

If you wish a wise answer, you must put a rational question.

When an idea is wanting, a word can always be found to take its place.

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

The deepest, the only theme of human history, compared to which all others are of subordinate importance, is the conflict of skepticism with faith.

War is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.