Do not look at the faces in the illustrated papers. Look at the faces in the street.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.

The paradox of courage is that a man must be a little careless of his life even in order to keep it.

I would give a woman not more rights, but more privileges. Instead of sending her to seek such freedom as notoriously prevails in banks and factories, I would design specially a house in which she can be free.

There are an infinity of angles at which one falls, only one at which one stands.