O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!

A Gothic building engenders true religion ... The light, falling through colored glass, the singular forms of the architecture, unite to give a silent image of that infinite mystery which the soul for ever feels, and never comprehends.

Why shouldn't man be as angry about not having always been alive as about having to stop being alive?

The education of life perfects the thinking mind, but depraves the frivolous.

a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.

The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.

... in the history of the human mind there has never been a useful thought or a profound truth that has not found its century and admirers.