I have found among my papers a sheet . . . in which I call architecture frozen music.

I call architecture frozen music.

Architecture is frozen music. [Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Architecture in general is frozen music.