Pictures must not be too picturesque.
Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.
The house praises the carpenter.
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .
Happy will the house be in which the relationships are formed from character.
The man of genius inspires us with a boundless confidence in our own powers.