Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light.

Vehement silhouettes of Manhattan - that vertical city with unimaginable diamonds.

Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.

A house is a machine for living in.

Life never stops. The torment of men will be eternal, unless the function of creating and acting and changing, living intensely through each day, be considered an eternal joy.

To create architecture is to put in order. Put what in order? Function and objects.

Light creates ambience and feel of a place, as well as the expression of a structure.