Taste is the common sense of genius.

Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.

In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.

England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare,but the Bible made England.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.