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.

I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!

There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors.

What you desire when young, you have in abundance when old.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

Very few people love others for what they are; rather, they love what they lend them, their own selves, their own idea of them.

The force of a language does not consist of rejecting what is foreign but of swallowing it.