Architecture Struck Me Between The Eye And

All Material In Nature, The Mountains And The Streams And The Air And We, Are Made Of Light Which Has Been Spent, And This Crumpled Mass Called Material Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

Architecture Is The Reaching Out For The Truth.

In A Small Room One Does Not Say What One Would In A Large Room.

The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful It Is Until After A Room Is Made.

Even A Brick Wants To Be Something