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.

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

All material in nature, the mountains and the streams and the air and we, are made of Light which has been spent, and this crumpled mass called material casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

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

The creation of art is not the fulfillment of a need but the creation of a need. The world never needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony until he created it. Now we could not live without it.

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

The Sun does not realise how wonderful it is until after a room is made.