Honesty is the recognition of the fact that the unreal is unreal and can have no value, that neither love nor fame nor cash is a value if obtained by fraud.

The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody had decided not to see.

Man's character is the product of his premises.

Men prosper or fail, survive or perish in proportion to the degree of their rationality.

Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own - they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal - for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire.

in architecture, mediocrity is more glaringly obvious than in other lines - because there's a huge, physical object such as a building to demonstrate it.

It's such a waste to be subtle and vicious with people who don't even know that you're being subtle and vicious