So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

Win for yourself that which your fathers have won.

A man's errors are what make him amiable.

There is no outward sign of true courtesy that does not rest on a deep moral foundation.

Mannerism is always longing to have done, and has no true enjoyment in work. A genuine, really great talent, on the other hand, has its greatest happiness in execution.

Mankind? That is an abstraction. There have always been and always will be only individuals.

Architecture is crystallized music.