An honest man is one who knows that he can't consume more than he has produced.

But a few understand that building is a great symbol we live in our minds, and existence is the attempt to bring that life into physical reality, to state it in gesture and form. For the man who understands this, a house he owns is a statement of his life.

It is a sin to write this.

If you tell an amateur that his story is not good, he always declares indignantly: 'Oh, but it really happened just like this!' The writer who doesn't understand that this is beside the point is not a writer at all.

My morality, the morality of reason, is contained in a single axiom: existence exists - and in a single choice: to live.

All public projects are mausoleums, not always in shapes, but always in cost.

The man who produces while others dispose of his product is a slave.