One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

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.

Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.