To quit smoking, you must first want to quit, but then you must also do the quitting

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.

When we see the many grave-stones which have fallen in, which have been defaced by the footsteps of the congregation, which lie buried under the ruins of the churches, that have themselves crumbled together over them; we may fancy the life after death to be as a second life, into which man enters in the figure, or the picture or the inscription, and lives longer there than when he was really alive. But this figure also, this second existence, dies out too, sooner or later. Time will not allow himself to be cheated of his rights with the monuments of men or with themselves.

As our inclinations, so our opinions.

Architecture is crystallized music.

The beautiful is a phenomenon which is never apparent of itself, but is reflected in a thousand different works of the creator.