I call architecture frozen music.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam.

America, you have it better than our continent, the old one.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.