Mediocrity has no greater consolation than in the thought that genius is not immortal.

Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.

It matters little whether a man be mathematically or philologically or artistically cultivated, so he be but cultivated.

There is no patriotic art and no patriotic science.

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.

Poor fool! in whose petty estimation all things are little.

I will listen to anyone's convictions, but pray keep your doubts to yourself.