Architecture struck me between the eye and the eyeball.

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

I just want to make my last demand in reverence to the work of what has been done by architects of the past. what was, has always been. what is, has always been. and what will be, has always been. such is the nature of beginning.

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

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

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

You can never learn anything that is not a part of yourself.