It is impossible that beauty should ever distinctly appreciate itself.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

I have found among my papers a sheet . . . in which I call architecture frozen music.

Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

Power is neither male nor female.

Where I cannot be moral, my power is gone.

If we could do away with death, we wouldn't object; to do away with capital punishment will be more difficult. Were that to happen, we would reinstate it from time to time.