Our own epoch is determining, day by day, its own style. Our eyes, unhappily, are unable yet to discern it.
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.
Belgrade is the ugliest city in the world in the most beautiful place in the world.
Light creates ambience and feel of a place, as well as the expression of a structure.
Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
A house is a machine for living in.