Our forefathers were not only brave. I believe they were right. I believe that what they meant was that every man born had equal right to grow from scratch by way of his own power unhindered to the highest expression of himself possible to him.

I find it hard to believe that the machine would go into the creative artist's hand even were that magic hand in true place. It has been too far exploited by industrialism and science at expense to art and true religion.

We should learn from the snail: it has devised a home that is both exquisite and functional.

I hate intellectuals. They are from the top down. I am from the bottom up.

Consider everything in the nature of a hanging fixture a weakness, and naked radiators an abomination.

If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.