It is impossible that beauty should ever distinctly appreciate itself.
Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.
Architecture is crystallized music.
The coward only threatens when he is safe.
One must not criticize that which is common since it remains always the same.
Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!