The architect represents neither a Dionysian nor an Apollinian condition: here it is the mighty act of will, the will which moves mountains, the intoxication of the strong will, which demands artistic expression. The most powerful men have always inspired the architects; the architect has always been influenced by power.

The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.

Perhaps no one as yet has been truthful enough about what "truthfulness" is.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

Those things for which we find words, are things we have already overcome.

I fly in dreams, I know it is my privilege, I do not recall a single situation in dreams when I was unable to fly. To execute every sort of curve and angle with a light impulse, a flying mathematics - that is so distinct a happiness that it has permanently suffused my basic sense of happiness.

Pity makes suffering contagious.