The Nature Of Space Reflects What It

A City Is The Place Of Availabilities. It Is The Place Where A Small Boy, As He Walks Through It, May See Something That Will Tell Him What He Wants To Do His Whole Life.

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

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.

I Just Want To Make My Last Demand In Reverence To The Work Of What Has Been Done By Architects Of The Past. What Was, Has Always Been. What Is, Has Always Been. And What Will Be, Has Always Been. Such Is The Nature Of Beginning.

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