A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.

One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

Art, it seems to me, should simplify.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.