God screens us evermore from premature ideas.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

Logic is the procession or proportionate unfolding of the intuition; but its virtue is as silent method; the moment it would appear as propositions, and have a separate value, it is worthless.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Moller, in his Essay on Architecture, taught that the building which was fitted accurately to answer its end would turn out to be beautiful, though beauty had not been intended. I find the like unity in human structures rather virulent and pervasive.

Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun.