I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet.
Light gives life to architecture; without light, architecture loses its soul.
A fine remedy for our anxieties over our low status in society may be to travel—whether literally or figuratively, by viewing works of art—through the gigantic spaces of the world.
We are all fools in love.
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.