Every Building Must Have... Its Own Soul.

A Work Of Art... Is Not A Living Thing... That Walks Or Runs. But The Making Of A Life. That Which Gives You A Reaction. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Man's Fingers. To Some It Is The Wonder Of The Mind. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Technique. And To Some It Is How Real It Is. To Some, How Transcendent It Is. Like The 5th Symphony, It Presents Itself With A Feeling That You Know It, If You Have Heard It Once.

Architecture Is The Reaching Out For The Truth.

The Nature Of Space Reflects What It Wants To Be.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'

Also Marvelous In A Room Is The Light That Comes Through The Windows Of A Room And That Belongs To The Room. The Sun Does Not Realize How Beautiful It Is Until After A Room Is Made. A Man’s Creation, The Making Of A Room, Is Nothing Short Of A Miracle. Just Think, That A Man Can Claim A Slice Of The Sun.