Our own epoch is determining, day by day, its own style. Our eyes, unhappily, are unable yet to discern it.

Our own epoch is determining, day by day, its own style. Our eyes, unhappily, are unable yet to discern it.

You know, it is life that is right and the architect who is wrong.

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; cubes, cones, spheres, cylinders or pyramids are the great primary forms which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us without ambiguity. It is for this reason that these are beautiful forms, the most beautiful forms. Everybody is agreed to that, the child, the savage and the metaphysician.

The home should be the treasure chest of living.

My research is like my feeling directed towards what is the principal value in the life, the poetry.

The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.