Life being very short, and the quiet hours of it few, we ought to waste none of them in reading valueless books.

It is impossible, as impossible as to raise the dead, to restore anything that has ever been great or beautiful in architecture. That which I have insisted upon as the life of the whole, that spirit which is given only by the hand and eye of the workman, can never be recalled.

No peace was ever won from fate by subterfuge or argument; no peace is ever in store for any of us, but that which we shall win by victory over shame or sin--victory over the sin that oppresses, as well as over that which corrupts.

He thinks by infection, catching an opinion like a cold.

All traveling becomes dull in exact proportion to its rapidity.

Labour without joy is base. Labour without sorrow is base. Sorrow without labour is base. Joy without labour is base.

Milton saw not, and Beethoven heard not, but the sense of beauty was upon them, and they fain must speak.