To hard necessity ones will and fancy must conform.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

Men in a state of nature, uncivilized nations, children, have a great fondness for colors in their utmost brightness, and especially for yellow-red.

We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.

[W]hat counts is that one perceives excellence and dares to give it expression, which sounds little but is in fact a great deal.

The world sees only the reflection of merit; therefore when you come to know a really great man intimately, you may as often find him above as below his reputation.

One is never deceived; one deceives oneself.