I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

The best way to understand a painting is by drawing it.

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.

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

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing