In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.

Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.

The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.