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.

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

Architecture is the thoughtful making of space

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

A great building must begin with the unmeasurable, must go through measurable means when it is being designed and in the end must be unmeasurable.

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

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