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.

Even a room which must be dark needs at least a crack of light to know how dark it is.

Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.

Thoughts exchanged by one and another are not the same in one room as in another.

Also marvelous in a room is the light that comes through the windows of a room and that belongs to the room. The sun does not realize how beautiful it is until after a room is made. A man’s creation, the making of a room, is nothing short of a miracle. Just think, that a man can claim a slice of the sun.

Architecture is the reaching out for the truth.