Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.

My work is the embodiment of dreams in one form or another.

If i were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful House.

Large or small, [the garden] should be orderly and rich. It should be well fenced from the outside world. It should by no means imitate either the willfulness or the wildness of nature, but should look like a thing never to be seen except near the house. It should, in fact, look like part of the house.

By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say, civilization will die.

Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.