You can't take it with you. There are no pockets in a shroud.

the smallest part is worthy of the whole.

[At first sight of the Acropolis:] It's beige! My color!

Never, under any circumstance, do I touch soup, as I do not believe in building a meal on a lake.

I can't paint. I can't write. I can't sing. But I can decorate and run a house, and light it, and heat it, and have it like a living thing.

There never has been a house so bad that it couldn't be made over into something worthwhile.

Simplicity, suitability and proportion.