There is no music in a “rest” that I know of, but there's the making of music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life melody.

Many thoughts are so dependent upon the language in which they are clothed that they would lose half their beauty if otherwise expressed.

The time is probably near when a new system of architectural laws will be developed, adapted entirely to metallic construction.

There is no wealth but life.

We may, without offending any laws of good taste, require of an architect, as we do of a novelist, that he should be not only correct, but entertaining.

God shows us in Himself, strange as it may seem, not only authoritative perfection, but even the perfection of obedience--an obedience to His own laws; and in the cumbrous movement of those unwieldiest of his creatures we are reminded, even in His divine essence, of that attribute of uprightness in the human creature "that sweareth to his own hurt and changeth not.

When I have been unhappy, I have heard an opera... and it seemed the shrieking of winds; when I am happy, a sparrow's chirp is delicious to me. But it is not the chirp that makes me happy, but I that make it sweet.