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.

There is no patriotic art.

Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?

All professional men are handicapped by not being allowed to ignore things which are useless.

Be above it! Make the world serve your purpose, but do not serve it.

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

As for solitude, I cannot understand how certain people seek to lay claim to intellectual stature, nobility of soul and strength of character, yet have not the slightest feeling for seclusion; for solitude, I maintain, when joined with a quiet contemplation of nature, a serene and conscious faith in creation and the Creator, and a few vexations from outside is the only school for a mind of lofty endowment.