Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.

Come my little one, and give me your hand.

The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.

A flippant, frivolous man may ridicule others, may controvert them, scorn them; but he who has any respect for himself seems to have renounced the right of thinking meanly of others.

Well-mannered children could be conceived if the parents were well-mannered.

Live dangerously and you live right.

A state of true and universal tolerance is best ensured by leaving alone the peculiarities of men and peoples.