A Sleeping Child Gives Me The Impression

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

Philanthropies And Charities Have A Certain Air Of Quackery.

I Would Study, I Would Know, I Would Admire Forever.

Style Is Only The Frame To Hold Your Thoughts. It Is Like The Sash Of A Window; If Heavy, It Will Obscure The Light.

The Brevity Of Human Life Gives A Melancholy To The Profession Of The Architect.