In architecture the pride of man, his triumph over gravitation, his will to power, assume a visible form. Architecture is a sort of oratory of power by means of forms.

Whoever has not two-thirds of his time to himself, is a slave.

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

One does well to put on gloves when reading the New Testament. The proximity of so much uncleanliness almost forces one to do this.

Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.