Beauty is a fragile gift.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Knowing how to dress is an art.

Architecture is the art of how to waste space.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

A society is defined as much by how it comes to terms with its past as by its attitude toward the future: its memories are no less revealing than its aims.

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

How goodness heightens beauty!