At night... the streets become rhythmical perspectives of glowing dotted lines, reflections hung upon them in the streets as the wistaria hangs its violet racemes on its trellis. The buildings are shimmering verticality, a gossamer veil, a festive scene-prop hanging there against the black sky to dazzle, entertain, amaze.

Every great architect is - necessarily - a great poet. He must be a great original interpreter of his time, his day, his age.

The two most important tools an architect has are the eraser in the drawing room and the sledge hammer on the construction site.

We boast the highest standard of living when it's only the biggest.

All the more I study Nature do I revere God, because Nature is all the body of God we will ever know.

Many wealthy people are little more than janitors of their possessions.

The only thing wrong with architecture is architects.