The language of the street is always strong.

The problem of restoring to the world original and eternal beauty is solved by redemption of the soul.

Love is the essence of God.

The brevity of human life gives a melancholy to the profession of the architect.

Is there a difference? Yes. We are in harmony with nature, but never at peace.

There is a mortifying experience in particular, which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history; I mean "the foolish face of praise," the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us. The muscles, not spontaneously moved but moved, by a low usurping wilfulness, grow tight about the outline of the face, with the most disagreeable sensation.

The power of a man increases steadily by continuing in one direction.