Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.

He only fears men who does not know them, and he who avoids them will soon misjudge them.

Those that are firm in their will mold the world to themselves.

If everyone sweeps before his own front door, then the street is clean.

It is with art as with love: How can a man of the world,with all his distractions, keep the inwardness which an artist must possess if he hopes to attain perfection? That inwardness which the spectator must share if he is to understand the work as the artist wishes and hopes... Believe me, talents are like virtues; either you must love them for their own sake or renounce them altogether. And they are only recognized and rewarded when we have practised them in secret, like a dangerous mystery."

Stones are mute teachers; they silence the observer, and the most valuable lesson we learn from them we cannot communicate.

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.