The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.

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

A city is the place of availabilities. It is the place where a small boy, as he walks through it, may see something that will tell him what he wants to do his whole life.

In a small room one does not say what one would in a large room.

Design is not making beauty, beauty emerges from selection, affinities, integration, love.

Even a brick wants to be something

Every building must have... its own soul.