Every building must have... its own soul.

If people want to see Beaux-Arts, it's fine with me. I'm interested in good architecture as anybody else.

How precious a book is in light of the offering, in the light of the one who has the privilege of this offering. The library tells you of this offering

Architects in planning rooms today have forgotten their faith in natural light. Depending on the touch of a finger to a switch, they are satisfied with static light and forget the endlessly changing qualities of natural light, in which a room is a different room every second of the day.

The person of old had the same brilliance of mind that we assume we have now. But that which made a thing become manifest for the first time is our great moment of creative happening.

The room is the beginning of architecture.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.