I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

• Forty is the old age of youth fifty the youth of old age.
• When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
• 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.
• Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
• I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!
• Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.
• Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
• To love beauty is to see light.
• Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
• What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.