An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.
The brevity of human life gives a melancholy to the profession of the architect.
When a man meets his make, society begins.
Murder in the murderer is no such ruinous thought as poets and romancers will have it; it does not unsettle him, or fright him from his ordinary notice of trifles; it is an act quite easy to be contemplated.
That which we call sin in others is experiment for us.
Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.