A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe and 50 times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.
The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.
Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
Architecture is the masterly, correct, and magnificent play of masses brought together in light. Our eyes are made to see forms in light: light and shade reveal these forms.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Genius is personal, decided by fate, but it expresses itself by means of system. There is no work of art without system.