Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
Genius is eternal patience.
From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
One paints with one's head, not one's hand.
It is therefore indisputable that the limbs of architecture are derived from the limbs of man.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?