The history of architecture is the history of the struggle for light.
The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.
The mathematical phenomenon always develops out of simple arithmetic, so useful in everyday life, out of numbers, those weapons of the gods: the gods are there, behind the wall, at play with numbers.
Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
You know, it is life that is right and the architect who is wrong.
Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.