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

Just think, that man can claim a slice of the sun.

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

Every building must have... its own soul.

A work of art... is not a living thing... that walks or runs. But the making of a life. That which gives you a reaction. To some it is the wonder of man's fingers. To some it is the wonder of the mind. To some it is the wonder of technique. And to some it is how real it is. To some, how transcendent it is. Like the 5th Symphony, it presents itself with a feeling that you know it, if you have heard it once.

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.

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