Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.

A teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single good action, for one single good poem, accomplishes more than he who fills our memory with rows on rows of natural objects, classified with name and form.

Three things are to be looked to in a building: that it stand on the right spot; that it be securely founded; that it be successfully executed.

No one would talk much in society, if he knew how often he misunderstands others.

Let us live in as small a circle as we will, we are either debtors or creditors before we have had time to look round.

One is never satisfied with a portrait of a person that one knows.