A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.

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.

Neither art thou the man to catch the fiend and hold him! [Ger., Du bist noch nicht der Mann den Teufel festzuhalten.

For that is love's nature that it lays claim to exclusive right and that all other claims are nil.

Conscience is the virtue of the observers not the agents of action

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

The nude is the perfect expression of freedom. Freedom to be.